FROM MY HEART

I love the feeling of the wind on my face, i  never get tired of it  as it smoothly brushes past my ears whispering soothing melodies to me. And the green of the trees, always therapeutic. There's a particular orange flower i grew up seeing and breathing in it's beautiful aroma day by day;  that i particulary miss now that we moved and it doesn't grow in our area. Should go check it out someday in the new future hopin it has survived the harsh angry weather.  Better yet i love the dusk, not that I'm a night prowler as such but lately i am being accustomed to doing my errands in the evening light. Why you may wonder? I've come to dislike people's prowling eyes which are full of scorn, envy and the dusk just provides the cover i need. Have you noticed how beautiful the lights are when it's dark?  I did my high-school in Kitengela and one thing i constantly lived for was the few minutes i had after preps just before we were locked in the dorm. I would always be the first to rush out of class, unless of course i dozed off and by God's grace the teacher on night duty had not spotted me and given me the beating of my life, anyway so i would run and stand at a strategic place and just look at the lights in the night sky and for a moment I'd be lost in their aesthetic lure  and beauty. More often than not my gaze wondered off the lights in the horizon yonder and to the blanket of glorious stars engulfing me with their majesty, oh how i lived for those moments. Now if you've been to Kitengela, then you know  of the many industries in the town that are brightly lit at night, that was roughly 4 years ago so back to the present in this small town of Matasia in Ngong division Kajiado county. I have lived in this town for over 18 years of my life and for some reason i have never noticed that you can actually see the Ngong Hills from the bus-stop. I take a minute to just gaze at the hills i grew up climbing, i think i should climb them again soon but too bad i have a bunch of lazy friends who would never make the trek even to the gate. At the town centre, i say hi to almost everyone, "habari ya jioni mama Gacheri" "Mzuri sana Peninah" "Kina Gacheri na Njoro wako aje?" "Wako poa sana. Si ukuje kesho lunch uwasalimie?" "Sawa nitakuja, bye, usiku mwema." "Haya peninah, salimia mum na dad" I walk to the supermarket with a smile, lovely folks these people. One my way back home, i notice it's dark n from a distance i spot one young man whose hair caught my attention, of late i have a thing for short afroish, kinky, rugged African hair so bear with me. His hair was like  that of Shakes Makena or better yet like for DJ Boyie of Shujaaz. He's light skinned, even better. Anyway it appears  I'm not the only young person who loves the night. The head lights of the rushing  cars blind me so i can barely see anything.  As i make the  turn  to the rough road i hear some commotion and see torches  being  flashed  around, apparently someone fell into a shallow manhole that  had been  dug recently. 5 years  ago I'd have laughed  silly at such an incident  but now i only sympathize with the said lady who probably got her ankle twisted. As we were saying our sorries  to her, another lady yet again  fell into  the  ditch, Kenyans can be blind or is it deaf, u mean she hadn't heard that us complaining  why they  would  leave  such a big hole uncovered. So by the time i get home, the moon is out. Have u ever noticed how beautiful the moon is when it's full? I take out my phone to capture this orange heavenly body, battery low! crap! As i get in through the gate, Marley and Lucky welcome me back warmly and Lucky even manages to steal a kiss, uuuuurgh i say, as i playfully push him away, oh PS, Marley  and Lucky  are my two handsome dogs. I hear mum talking and i concluded that she was n the phone but as i came closer i saw her phone on the table, " eer mum, who are u talking to?" "oh umerudi. i was talking to God", she says . wow that's  lovely i said as i headed to the kitchen to prepare supper.