I am writing this as much to myself, as to any reader who may be reading it. With all the changes that going away has had on me I need it. I mean, I sometimes find myself trying to relate that dude driving from the carnival at 2Am on a Friday night to this one here, and I go like ‘was that for real’? The guy here gets by on a Yamaha DT, is more likely to drink millet beer on a Friday, and needs a translator to pick a gal around, just for example!
And while I am at it I may just unburden my conscience about that boy. I was one of those drivers the lunatic matatu drivers opted to give way to; I guess I was just tired of people loading it over me. The fellow who bought the Ceres from me must wonder why traffic clears at the round bouts as he approaches! I cringe at some of the maneuvers I have ever pulled in a traffic jam, including the illegal U turns on Moi Avenue, and the token middle finger that I doled out once too often. You have to allow a salesman some leeway now, come on! I still can’t figure where all that booze went to, including the 2Am bottoms up at Pewa and Legend. Funny thing is, it felt cool, and I have buddies, who considered me a teetoler, for come 6.30Am I would be brewing coffee at the office coffee machine, preparing to go out to close a posh deal. Good that the boy grew up then, you can see. I may be a boring returnee to Jackson, Marto and Patrick, but come on guys; this boy had to grow up! I will be urging the girls who drooled over the boy to grow up equally fast, for this boy is now finally committed taken. It was just too good to last. No more threesomes, and no more booty calls. Ahem!
There were some memorable times too, good ones, like the boy spending a weekend with Loreen, Lavender and Betty at Ole Polos, taking dad for an outing and a drink after he came from hospital. There are the lazy weekends spend visiting with family friends up country, throwing an impromptu party for Betty that involved a grill, a bottle of Amarula chocolates and popcorn for the kids with my favorite bro, JK and a windows down easy ride back into Nairobi. I miss the latter and will certainly be looking forward to spending more time with my family.
Having realized that I have quite a handful to thank those who have made the realities I see, and that I can shape the bits that I don’t like, the man is now going to carry his weight (did I hear you say finally? Sucker!). I will even own up and carry that of the less able in my community. I got a leadership role to play (now that I have been there, done it and burned the T-shirt). I will still be the funky dude, not to worry. You can expect surprises from this man, for I still believe in working hard and playing equally hard. Best of all, I wont be trying to entertain you, so you better get a monkey to do the tricks for you.
Simply put, the boy grew into a man, ahoy!
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