THIS OBAMA RAIN!!!!

Yesterday’s down pour was a heavy one. I remember wasting time somewhere on Ngong Road from 5.00 to 7.00 pm for the rain to subside but indeed, I was “wasting time”. I decided to go and face the monster. People were standing along the road waiting for the matatus to their various destinations, but they too were “wasting time” for matatus were not stopping. 

I walked on to community and joined other Kenyans who were waiting for matatus to ferry them to town. Still, I “was wasting” time because matatus were not stopping and there was crazy traffic jam on Valley Road. I decided to join the other Kenyans who were spirited to walk in the rain like me. I was somehow wet anyways and I didn’t mind.

Kenyans can be so mean. Here I was walking in the rain; I had to stop at the Zebra crossing because the vehicles were not willing to allow me cross the road in peace. Can someone fill me now? That was a Zebra crossing. Halloooo! I managed to cross the first Zebra crossing. On the second one, there was this car that came speeding and splashed water on me accordingly! SONOFABITCH! At this point I was even feeling water dripping from my panty. I was glad though I had covered my hair with a black paper bag because I had just left the salon the other day. Hair is very important to a lady.

I walked on to Uhuru Park and the place was flooded. I had to ward in the water like a duck. I could just imagine the amount of thrash there was in the water but I didn’t care because the most important thing was getting to town and pandaing a mat home.

So I got to town and here was yet another challenge. The Embassava Sacco queue! This was indeed crazy! How was I going to queue as wet as I was? The clothes were clinging on my body. My gloves were dripping wet! I was now starting to feel the numbness in my feet and arms. I felt like screaming the hell out!

These Embassava Sacco things should just be stripped off the road! The punishment they give us everyday! Yesterday’s was worse. Firstly, they were not willing to carry the Savanna people and secondly, they where charging highly. Seriously 200 shilling is bus fare to Nyahururu and not Donholm for crying out loud! Rain is indeed good business for the matatus guys! I had to queue and wait for when they would decide to carry us and I couldn’t avoid overhearing some mkatiano behind me. The long 7queue was working to some #Teammafisis huh?

Feux! They finally came but we had queued for quite long from 7.40 to 9.20pm and also being rained on? This was enough punishment for the day. There were those who had queued from 6.00pm. Gippers C rippers! The Obama rain! That was worse than the police recruitment exercise! People started getting on the bus and even though I managed to secure that back seat that I detest the most, I had seen light at the end of the tunnel. At least I was going to get home.

Had I gotten from the pan to the fire? The seat I sat on felt like a freezer. My legs were now seriously numb! I tried to text but my fingers were painful. I did manage to text though! I was feeling the cold from the stomach! God! This was too much! The huge guy seating next to me felt my quiver. He told me that he had learned first aid tactics when he was a scout and he was going to perform it to me. Even though he was a stranger, I didn’t care. I was feeling terrible!

He took my hands into his and started rubbing them. His hands were quite warm and here were mine as cold as a frozen dead body. His rubbing managed to generate some heat in my hands and body but that didn’t last long. I still felt terribly cold. He started chatting me up and before I realized it I was at Kisumu Ndogo, the stage I had to alight. Guess what? I didn’t even get his name!

I alighted and I was back to my turmoil. I walked albeit with difficulty because my feet were still numb. There was also water everywhere. My teeth started gushing. My God! All I needed was to get to Amani Courts, then my bros house and get a hot shower. All this time I was remembering how my mother would scold my sister Christine if she ever aloud it to rain on me. It is called mother love! So special and unique!

I got to the gate and my kid bro was waiting for me there for he didn’t have the key was also dripping wet. What a bad day for siblings. I got to the house and guess what? There was a blackout and that meant no hot shower for me! I went straight to the loo for my bladder had filled thanks to the rain. I then got to my room and got off all my clothes and put on warm ones.. I had changed my mind about the shower thing for I didn’t even have the strength ton warm water. I went and had my meal and went straight to bed. That was quite a bad experience.

Guess what? Even after yesterday’s experience, I still forgot to carry an umbrella today! The Obama rain!