This is how “nilikaribishwa Nairobi"(Part 2)
I was left with a useless ear pod and a type C charger waiting for me at home...
Read Part 1 of this series here. Trust me, you don't want to miss the beginning that set the stage for this incredible series of “How Nilikaribishwa Nairobi” That made Part 1 an Unforgettable journey.
Here time is of great essence. You do your quick maths and the quickest means of transport that will get you to her on time is a nduthi. Without hesitation, you wave a nduthi to stop. “Harakisha... nifikishe hapa GM nichukue simu yangu” You don’t have fare. You only have hope that you will get reunited with your phone and pay the nduthi guy because you got a few coins in your M-Pesa
Now, there is something about loving someone or something so deeply. In the face of death, or loss, there is an instinctive drive to defy all odds, to move mountains if it means being reunited with your cherished loved one. You will do whatever it takes. It is the same reason a person would sacrifice their comfort, selling their belongings to give proper health care to those they held dear.
For me, this connection wasn’t reserved for human relationships alone. My phone, seemingly just a device, held a significance far beyond its physical form. We had chemistry together, held by covalent bonds. We shared intimate moments, resting closer to me than anybody else has ever been. Together, we had traversed paths no one else could tread, creating memories that were ours alone. Just the two of us.
If now I could be asked that kitendawil: popote niendapo hunifwata, I could change the narrative to phone instead of kivuli. Now, faced with its loss, that bond urged me to do everything in my power to reclaim It. Nothing will stand in my way of reuniting with my beloved phone. Because when it comes to matters of the heart, whether it’s a person or a device, you’ll move heaven and earth.
Arriving at your destination, you borrow the Nduthi guy’s phone and dial the number.
Ring... ring... ring...
The first call goes unanswered leaving you anxious.
“Maybe place hako kuna kelele” The nduthi guy raises your hopes.
“Jaribu tena.” He encourages you. You call again, this time your heart is racing. But you still hold on to hope, because it is the only thing that brought you here (of course nduthi brought you here. But you get what I mean)
Ring... ring... ring...
“Hachukui simu...” you tell the nduthi guy. You try again the third time. Will she betray you like Peter?
Ring... ring... ring...
Finally, on the third attempt, someone picks up but it’s not her. A soft-spoken lady who cares much about you. Your hopes are dashed as you hear her sweet words: - “Mteja wa nambari uliopiga hapatikani kwa sasa” (The person you’ve called is not reachable. We will notify you when the mobile subscriber is back). All hopes down the drain.
“Nimteja...” you tell the nduthi guy.
“Ama pengine simu imeisha moto...?” He asks but you kill those rumours and innuendos. Why? Because your phone has a 5000 mAh battery capacity. It goes for a whole year without charge. In fact, you can use it as a power bank to charge your laptop in times of crisis. Especially now when KPLC likes playing brickicho with us. Nikujee hapana...
In that moment, you know you’ve been played. Hapa “umechezwa”. To echo Junet Mohamed’s wisdom: hii imeenda. And that’s how you get ushered into the city in style.
Now the nduthi guy wants his 100 bob. What can you tell him? “iza brathe” Sasa atafanya nini?
Of course, you are a conscientious person. You can’t just live him hanging and so you tell him “just niandikie number yako kwa karatasi, nikififka kwa nyumba nita kusort”
It’s not over yet. We are just getting started.
Let me tell you, Maina. Kenyan men are very wise. Wait. Let me explain why. Whoever coined the phrase “fear women” should be the second Kenyan to bag the much-coveted Nobel Peace Prize. He deserves to be the chief guest at next year’s Men’s conference. I don’t know what happened to him to come to terms with that phrase, but heaven knows a woman somewhere did him dirty.
This experience is the main reason why I do FEAR WOMEN. Why made me come all the way and then you switch off the phone? And let me tell you, gents, you do not have to read the story of Adam and Eve or Samson to fear women. This experience should be enough. Again, FEAR WOMEN, cause the wisdom behind that phrase transcends the laws of science. (NOTICE- I am whispering as I say this: in as much as I am here yapping fear women, I have a girlfriend. I hope she doesn’t read this part. So, follow my advice cautiously: it’s other women, not your girlfriend. You got to pick your poison either way...)
This is an experience I wouldn’t wish even for my worst enemy. I saw a lack of empathy on a scale I had never seen before in my life.
With your legs heavy, you decide to trek back home amid heavy human traffic of 9 to 5. Your steps are weighed down by the burden of what just transpired. It feels like you are carrying the weight of the entire world on your shoulders. Harsh reality hits you like a ton of bricks. This is not a dream. Sio ndoto. Just a few minutes ago you were vibing along to the rhythm of Sia’s music. But now all that remains are your useless ear pods and a Type C charger waiting for you at home.
At that moment a wave of reality crashes over you, leaving you reeling in its aftermath. Have you ever been in an argument with someone and after the argument is over you are like “mbona sikumwambia hivi ...” Yes, that one. It hits you so hard to the extent of becoming a detective of your misfortune.
What just happened? With each step, you unpuzzle your misfortunes one layer after another.
Hebu hold on a minute. You had your Bluetooth dewise with you, and it was still playing even after the vehicle continued moving after you were informed about the fallen phone. You are not a fool. You know very well that the maximum Bluetooth range is approximately 10 meters. You know your maths well and the distance covered by the matatu was way longer than that. It dawns on you this was an ‘inside job’ that was orchestrated seamlessly while your phone was still inside the vehicle as you went to search for it.
Mixed emotions swirl within you. On one hand, you feel like laughing at your foolishness as you take the lonely walk of shame. Yet, on the other hand, there’s a strange sense of admiration for their calculated execution. A job well done - No form of physical assault. No threats with a knife or a gun. Only emotional damage. What a clean heist. “Akili mtu wangu,” you mutter to yourself, acknowledging the brilliance of their scheme. This, indeed, was a heist of the century. 25,499 shillings gone in the blink of an eye. Just like that. Hivyo tu.
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To fully understand what this series is all about, make sure to read "Unveiling The Veil of the City”
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(The song in this story is called Flames by Sia and David Guetta. It’s my today’s song suggestion. Listen to it below)
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