Jana!

Now yesterday was just one full day...... and when today arrived all I wanted was a breakfast fit for a king, and I know Mandazi za Wambugu are just those kinds that you are sure you can cover your face with and tie it behind your head, but , with the type of day I had........ Wambugu's products did not look like they could live up to the job! Nada!

Let me just sambaza the preview, of what I went thru, this gal, she is Ikanta's neighbour from behind the house, she has been planning to get married......not those church weddings, the exile one; however her boyfriend doesnt live here, so the "boyfie", i like saying that, I got it from Nita, you know the way Nita drops words like they are hot on her lips, but I caught that one before it turned cold. Anyway Nereah's boyfie sent money to buy sofa set, and she had to take them to this place Umoja, that is what they call it...Umoja, so me and Ikanta were going to be the escorters, helping her set house, what I was not told was those houses in Umoja, did not need a well schooled architect to raise them from the ground. If it were not for the fact that Nereah promised us some good return for our sweat, quiting was a lovely word yesterday.......not only were we taking them to Umoja, but that Umoja turned out to be a flat, and Nereah;s place ...3rd floor, no sweat, but tears if the stairs I saw there, those ni mtoto wa stairs, those were in no way stairs......even getting a three legged sit thru, was just Mayhem. How in the Ancestors name would I want to live,........!!! there? To cut the story short it took me, Ikanta, Nereah, and five other men, from that place to help hoist those damn butterflys in the name of seats to Nereah's place, and it did not happen till 7pm at night, I got that 100 shillings alright, but the next time I hear moving house, am remaining right at the doorstep I better watch Aunt Nera's fish than get myself into pit latrines with no exit, am still aching... I mean when i tell you now, it might just seem like am talking, but I wish I could bring Ikanta here, to speak for me, it was terrible, tho i thought we would be finished and we get bak before Aunt Nera goes to the road, but what we saw there, and did, was a story I had to live to tell today.......terrible is an understatement, but here those guys in Umoja say if it was hard to get it up there, then a thief would definately not have a chance bringing it down, a security measure they say......security my head! Who still steals sofas!