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If you give me an honest answer, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. Him: And what would my being a soldier have anything to do with my being a criminal? Then maybe I could conclude that you’re probably suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Him: Like this other dirtbag who apparently discovered Mt. Weren’t there people who were living around that area when he discovered it? If memory serves, the Kikuyu used to face the mountain whenever they prayed because they believed that their god lives up there. Before you know it, you’re sixty with one foot in the grave. When you discover you have cancer or other terminal illness, you start living each day like it means something. We are at Survey now along Thika Road and we’re right in the middle lane. I have my hazards lights on but two minutes into his unhygienic business, I decide it might be a great idea to place the triangle on the road for safety. Me: (Laughing uncomfortably) I guess I’m just a normal guy. I am driving at 140km/h now and we’re just approaching Roysambu. I am beginning to get my first rush of fear though try hard not to show it. That means you will travel to Ruiru and use the Eastern Bypass. Me: Um, Charles, I was actually heading home to Githurai so maybe you could do me a favor and cancel your ride then request another one? However, when they speak all they do is give orders. Me: You question me like there’s something wrong with normalcy. It is what our ancestors fought and died for all those years ago. For the right of Kenyans to lead their normal, boring lives. Maybe you even have a quickie before you jump out of bed and grab a shower. Or she is on her period and you’re horny so you masturbate in the shower. Then you have to make sure your normal kids are ready for normally uninteresting school and then they are off. I don’t have toilet paper but I have some wet wipes which he grabs, gets out of the car, walks to the middle lane, pulls down his pants and squats. I am growing increasingly uncomfortable with him being inside my car so I press the fuel pedal to the floor because I want to get to Githurai as quickly as possible and be rid of this Charles character.
Me: Finding something that hasn’t been found by anyone else before? As a matter of fact, driving around Nairobi at this time of the night is therapeutic. With a normal job and a normal relationship and normal friends and normal beliefs, right? w=620 620w, https://i2com/markmaish.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/soldgers.jpg? resize=300,187 300w, https://i2com/markmaish.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/soldgers.jpg? resize=450,281 450w" sizes="(max-width: 620px) 94vw, 620px" /You wake up from your boring bed in the morning and say good morning to your uninteresting wife and she smiles and says good morning to her uninteresting husband. Maybe it’s the way he says it that gets me to pull over to the side. Besides, I’m getting sleepy so I need to get home quickly and sleep.
Him: Where I come from, we have perfected the art of a poker face. When was the last time that the both of you played around like kids When was the last time you chased her around that cheap apartment of yours? You will get comfortable with life, focus too much on earning a living, then completely forget to live.
When was the last time you went to watch a performance at the Kenya National Theatre? When was the last time you spanked your wife’s ass?
I start the car immediately and drive fast towards Ruiru because the last thing I want is for him to ask me to take him home to my wife and kids.
Me: I asked if you’re a soldier because I wanted to know what I’d be dealing with if you posed a threat to my life. Him: Why do you think I’d pose a danger to your life?
I mean, when was the last time you smelled a rose and realized it doesn’t smell good? And I make a conscious decision not to have a conversation about it meanwhile I’m wondering whether he is crazy.