One day after work, a certain pneumatic lady in some fitting
jeans caught my eye from afar while I was talking to a pal on the streets who
works for the biggest carrier in the country. It was his first day in town
after a long while because they work from the outskirts on the east side of
town. The virility in me could not wait for the conversation to end, so I decided to follow her after excusing myself even though she had gone quite
some distance. Indeed, if I was not smitten, then I was probably hexed because
I just found myself following her to the mat and I sat next to her.
Deliberately. Is this even normal?
That's how I realized that I was indeed enchanted. A makeshift emotion it was coming to
think of it.
When you are curious about something, you need to do all that
entails to quench your thirst for the zeal. It’s a step that if you take, you
will feel relaxed at the end of it all because the heart will be at rest once
you have satisfied the urge.
So, I decided to follow this curvaceous lady to the next available
mathree to find out where she was going to. Nonetheless, she was headed in a
totally different direction as opposed to the one I was to going to. Then
something told me to enter the mat she was in and
I found her all alone. Hitherto, I had not yet talked to her.
I had only seen her from the back because there is also this oomph
that comes with walking with a lady with ample derriere as a guy. I only
followed her from the back because I could not summon enough courage to engage
her in the streets of Nairobi. Again, I was with a friend engaging in petty
chat when she passed so I had to quickly formulate a rhetoric just to follow
the said damsel. And one of the best things about this chickis is that when
they are alone, rarely do men love approaching them. They just love ogling and
that’s it. Kula kwa macho.
I remember waiting for her to enter the mat first as I speculated
on my next move. She went and sat alone in a seat not far away from the
conductor in a mat headed to Umoja.
I guess she was expecting me to sit next to her as she quickly adjusted herself
since she was initially occupying too much space with her wide hips. She is
those kinds of ladies who appear small from above but when she stands, you wonder why the Almighty made humanity such a complex
phenomenon.
The coward in me could not start a conversation because I was
first looking for a line to break the ice plus the music
playing in the background was too loud forcing me to weigh options because
again this was not the route I normally use while headed back to the digs. I
was contemplating staying or just alighting and stop the profligacy of heading
where I was not supposed to because of a damsel I don’t know out of sheer ‘ufisi’. That’s the time I realized that
there are times when the strength of woman can be reason enough to engineer the
downfall of a man. Hope I will be able to outdo the temptation in future when kakitu comes.
The music was playing in the mathree was so loud. Every now and
then, I had to twitch and tweak to have a real feel of this bodacious babe. I
guess she knew I had some hidden agendas in mind and could not help but just
trust that what she was either given by her mama or modified by a doctor was
really driving us the male species nuts. She knew something was coking but
trust ladies who know they have a weapon against men to act as if there is
nothing cooking. Naturally, I am not into such kind of ladies. Given that she
was also too big for the standard size I usually love in a woman, I guess I was
in just for the adventure. An adventure that I cannot further because I have
forgotten about her and thinking only about the lady who gives me sleepless
nights sometimes because this babe was surely a Jezebel.
The first attempt at breaking the ice with her was not wrought.
Since the blaring music was too loud, she pretended as if to imply that she had
not heard me. I decided to keep mum because she was also looking at the window
instead of facing me, which I considered quite rude. But what made me not lose
hope is the fact that I have over the years developed this thick skin that even
if you become snobbish, I will still find a way of letting myself into you
through unorthodox methods until that point where I must give up and leave.
One of the things I have experimented with ladies with mind
boggling curves is that they usually seem conscious but will not embarrass you
by acting mum when you approach them. As for yours truly, I cannot mind
approaching a lady who is alone and depicts the character of someone who will
not start creating scenes by shouting herself hoarse as if a gang of thieves
has descended on her wallet.
It’s called being a hunter. At the end of the day, you know where your heart
belongs.
While looking at her, I saw a certain guy selling PK and decided
again to engage this chic I was with by coyly telling her, ‘Excuse, si
ukiona huyo jamaa wa pk uniitie ninunue.’ That attempt backfired like a
failed firecracker because no conversation ensued even though I was intending
to have quite a chat. She only nodded then returned to the position she was
facing outside.
The vehicle was now in a jam. One thing about a nganya is that it
will use all possible ways to make it to the destination faster even though it
is illegal because of the routes they use with constant overlapping. I remember
I wanted to pay her fare and ingeniously peeped into her wallet to probably
find out if she was carrying new Gs but was encouraged when I realized that it
was not as fat with remnants of a G.
There is something intriguing by courageously being seated next to
a lady you would love to talk to but develops this hard to get mentality.
Honourably, there is nothing honorary in this. I almost wanted to pay for the
lady’s fare but when remembered I had carried fixed fare, I had to retract kiasi.
I could see she was looking at me with those eyes of can you be a man and pay
you damn broke loser. I had to act roho ngumu kama mawe. Not that I am normally
stingy, but life situations have forced me to take this route.
Moments later, we were now on Outering road, a landmark considered
to be the gem of Eastlands. It’s still taking shape and one side of the way is
used by cars headed in opposite direction since it is still under construction.
The driver of the vehicle was asked to pull over for careless
overlapping which had been monitored by the boys in blue for a while.
Incidentally, the driver had no driver’s license and I could hear the conductor
making frantic calls to a driver within the area to go and take over the reins
of the machine. Apparently, the driver was even high on substance and was
quickly whisked away by the police who are on a high affinity for bribe.
At that point, I remember asking the lady some silly questions
which I knew the answer. Like asking if the driver had been caught when it was
in fact an open secret. Being a less dramatic queen, she answered them courteously
as passengers were now alighting from the vehicle.
Initially, I had overheard a conversation in which she was talking
to a guy who wanted her to meet her in town but she said she was already headed
to the house and could not turn back. Since other people were alighting, she
decided to join them and head back to town. I also had no option but to alight
since it was a clear waste of my time having skived reading that day to go and
do other things.
I alighted when she I had seen she was headed to town alone and
went to go chat with her. Well, as I was contemplating asking my next move, I
could see men looking at her and making those comments that can easily land one
in jail for having sexually abused a lady through looking with ill intent and
making unsavory comments.
Since I had already talked to her, it was easy to start on a
conversation about her, where she worked and well, if she was ready to mingle
which was not my intent. Sometimes, I usually want to know new people. That’s
it. When it was time to depart, I tried asking for her number but she denied me
the right. For sure, I felt despondent but thinking about it again, there was
no likelihood I would ever call her back. The number would have ended up being
among the defunct contacts on my cell list. Plus my phone had already lost died
and in any way, I would have been forced to inscribe her number down.
In the workplace,
when you stay longer, you will notice something that we most people usually
take for granted. Nepotism is rife. Let me call
it so for lack of a sugar coating word that makes it to sound more appetizing. Over the short period that
I have worked in this corporate body, I have come to realize that if
you have a tall relative at the helm, chances are you may not be struggling sometimes with issues pertaining to
continuity of your contract or performance.
Again, if you are qualified, you quickly transition to a better role which is less of a
hustle and may be low on pressure.
While the beneficiary enjoys the fruits of the senior’s hard work, the bugger probably had to
earn the position to make it easier for the kith or clandes to be there.
Well, there is no underestimation of the power of kin when it
comes to being in a job. There is
something I may call return the favor.
Once, a certain dude we were
working with told me of the fate of a
guy he was in campus with who just had to swap roles because he was interested
in joining the bank while his Oldman worked as senior in the brewery. His folk
decided to make a phone call and
that was it. There was vacancy
but on condition the other guy could reciprocate by offering the banker’s son with
a marketing job in the brewery. That, unfortunately is how jobs are traded out
here. Nipe nikupe.
And that is how the roles were swapped. It's just life, if your peeps never hustled to create
a network of the whos and whos in society, you cannot achieve feats as fast as you would have wanted
if you are not very aggressive. It takes time to be able to get to the place
you want in life. There are many
who give up along the way. Like I
gave up on the bodacious babe I met because I could not see myself ever wanting
to talk to her because she was like something I admire and that's it.
When I sometimes
hear the same in the institution I work for, I
tend to think that it will be even worse for our progeny if we are not able to
make hay while the sun shines. If
you have a brother and he is performing, then there is no problem. Performance
outdoes all other things, right. On
the contrary, there are sometimes rumors that some of those kith end up having insider information and
there was one who was due for
exitation but as fate would have it, he is still around. That's the power that
a tall relative bequeaths. As for ladies, it even comes with perks if you cooperate
and your pay can be thrice that of seasoned employee who has spent decades
hoping things will change.
In the sales industry, if you have insider information about something, say you know a company that has been given
the green-light, you can lock it
faster and by the time these other buggers get wind of this information, what remains are the remnants because a person can make it tough for you to
access another market. That is where our
kin help in if they are in higher echelons of clout. And we are still competing because
those who are the best have also hacked their way into being so using ways they
know best.
Well, in Swahili they say mla nawe hafi nawe ila mzaliwa nawe.
This kin and kith business is true. If there are more than ten pairs who are
related and you know them in the workplace, don't discriminate them, they are in it
because it’s a hustle baby. If I was in the same influential position, I
could have probably done the same because I have kith and kin who are in the
digs probably wasting away or wishing for a place to be in. But because I am
not in the position to aid in swaying outcomes, which I have to admit, I only have to hate
the vice because it has made it hard for some who would have benefited genuinely.
Well, if one day I bump into the lady again, I have already made
an impression whether good or
bad. The bottom line is that she
helped me have a story when I had a dry
spell on this blog.
Hasta la vista baby.
[Picture Source: my own]
