I have not updated this blog of
late, too much activity in the varaqsphere I would add. Yet the main reason I
think has been lack of motivation. I have recently discovered that I can write
best when am mad at something or somebody or can feign enough anger, just sufficient
to complete a post. The truth however is that things have not been that bad,
really. Am even tempted to say good, the only problem though with that word is
that it doesn’t exist in varaqsphere. My blog is about whining remember?
So last week, after a long
sabbatical I finally decided to pay a visit to DJ Brayo. Now DJ Brayo is not
your normal mix master, he is my movie guy. Okay, not just mine alone, Default’s
too. Okay even you Wekemeu. He operates, or for the purpose of this story, used
to operate a movie shop in Tom Mboya Street. I can’t really recall the last
time I was there. I think I went to look for some series, it must be How I
met your mother, I think.
The construction of the Post Modern Library and free Wi-Fi I think have something
to do with it. This is despite the director of Wi-Fi’s (am not sure the
position exists) best effort to limit the internet usage to things academic.
After all, doesn’t watching Dr House, teach us practical medicine?
Well, the place looked different with
a new shelving system; beautiful ladies on cue, ready to assist you choose the
new thing in the market. Also gone with DJ Brayo was my dear Caro. Now Caro in
all sincerity was the reason I went to DJ Brayo’s on such a regular basis. She
was just a sight to behold. She had this charming smile that made me buy
documentaries upon documentaries, even those, especially those I didn’t need.
Sometimes I look at my collection and wonder how the hell I got to buy
documentaries such as `How to smuggle marijuana in the US’.
Nothing personal against marijuana people but seriously? Smuggle? Marijuana? In
the United States? I think I must have thought uncle Barry would come for me. I
remember I used to tell her how Roba and Caro would make a lovely couple. There
is this line that I liked using a lot then that if we cancelled the similar
letters in our names, we would remain 1-1,
yaani draw yaani moja. What perfect sync!
And even though I knew her first
loyalty was to DJ Brayo, I was just willing, and of course able to buy anything
she recommended. In all fairness though, they weren’t such bad choices, I mean
most of them. So I finally looked at the handsome man in the mirror, mustered
some courage and told myself,”Varaq, you can do this!” you must
imagine my disappointment when I got there and not being greeted by my most
favorite smile in the world, okay second favorite, just so I don’t find myself
single after this article. She had left, just like that, I mean who does that?
No note, no press statement. In all fairness we didn’t exchange numbers; she
liked it mysterious and random. But she could just have googled me. The new
ladies though were not keen on offering any information on the former tenants
so I guess all just have to look for you manually all over Nairobi, that’s if
you dint go to smuggle marijuana in the US already.ill knock on ever door,
until I find you. So in case you are reading this 1/1 is coming for you babe.
Well this episode at DJ Brayo’s reminded
me of just how far apart we are getting, I mean the Maseno community in KU. One
can’t rule out that there has been a grand conspiracy to destabilize and
disorient the Mase Musketeers by the top echelons of power. I remember every
Friday was nyama day in mzee Default’s room, never mind that we didn’t have
sufurias, plates, spoons, or even basic ingredients such as cooking oil and
even the cooker! All we had was hope, the same hope instilled in Barrack Obama
jr by Barrack Obama snr, a Maseno boy. We didn’t care whether we had to borrow,
steal or buy and dispose(we weren’t keepers then).All we had was the conviction
that at the end of a laborious week, Default ,Sad News, Dzjaduon’g Dimitri, Wekemeu,
and occasionally Mchil would congregate in Frunk’s corner in Longonot 2B and
talk over mouthfuls and revise a few episodes of Boondocks.
During those days, if I got a
text I knew it was free Dzjaduon’g Dimitri telling me he’ll be running late and
asking me to’ catch for him’ two chapatis at the Nyayo mess before the stock
got depleted. Then we liked Nyayo mess because the rice was yellower as
compared to the others. We naturally assumed then that yellow was the colour of
sweetness. And in case were still waiting for Wekemeu to finish an episode that
he was always at the verge of finishing, we would order more chapo and wash it down with free soup freely
accorded by our gracious university administration. We called it desert then.
Well , that’s untenable now that
my roommate, mzee Byudeh has introduced me into the wonderful world of
arega(just ask around in case you don’t know) and Wekemeu now ‘travels’ to school,
I’ll get into that story shortly. Sad news as you might be aware is the new Mr.
KU and can’t allow his hard earned reputation to be soiled. Imagine if rumor
mills has it that he was seen gulping down soup in the students mess. His new
status elevates him to the table of men. As for Dzjaduon’g Dimitri, let’s just
say that if anybody would like to do a study on the progression of arega
addiction and dependency then Dimitri would be your perfect candidate.
Before I forget, I promised you
my dear people a story on Wekemeu’s commuter status. This is the guy who
invented the only surviving Mase tradition, an ancient tradition called
#teamgikosh in the year 2010 as well as contributing several words to the
Mase’s dictionary. The tradition is a unique and complex journey that involves
waking up at 6.25 am and covering a stretch of about 200 meters in order to
catch the 6.30 am train to town. One would wonder how five minutes would be adequate
to prepare himself, well it would be if you slept fully dressed .In case you
are wondering what was wrong with adjusting the alarm to give adequate time for
preparation, here is your answer. The sheer fun of barely making it, the rush
of adrenaline, and the joy was fun that couldn’t be traded for anything, not
even at the altar of convenience. Yes, and the fact that it provided the
founder with a God given opportunity to work out, albeit even for five minutes.
The catch though was to carry
less cash lest one succumb to the impulse to buy what he didn’t really need. In
most cases though this intervention didn’t work because of the new Barclays
branch in Gikomba. The elite only bank with the elite. Back to Wekemeu, with
such achievement, one can drown in his own invincibility. Well if Wekemeu
thought he was important, the director accommodations just reminded him how
average he is. In all respect though, the fight isn’t over, maybe his good
friends Alicia Florick, Danny Crane or Allan Shaw might just unite for him in
the greatest legal battle of all time.
I must have mentioned something about
Willis House in my piece, the school of men. A description
wouldn’t be complete without mentioning the guy Adush Latif Maxcy. If there was
a guy who was conspicuous then it was adush. If it wasn’t about his higher than
normal melanin concentration then it was his short trousers that were way above
the knee. In all fairness, the shorts being provided by the boarding master
weren’t tailored for a man of Adush’s physique. Here was a tall form one
standing in front of the house assembly giving cover for the naughty guys
behind just finishing their loaves or talking about how a madam teacher was
really smart that morning, sharing or creating the latest rumor in school.
If there is a reason am
mentioning him today is because of his big heart, literally. This abnormality
has caused the disruption of normal heart activities and he needs urgent open heart
surgery in India and guys are contributing towards this course. For more info
check out A Heart for Adush on facebook. We can’t afford to be just
friends when there is laughter to be shared or goat to be roasted. We can stand
together and be counted, we can choose to remember where we came from and help
Adush stay alive. And the great news is that it’s within our powers, it can be
done and it will be done.
Just like we believed we could
eat nyama without even having a sufuria or the courage of Wekemeu of shoving his way past men who had bricks for biceps cause he
was walking alongside me………………and Dimitri………..and the others too.
Barrack obama did it; again…………………………we
can too.
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