Yesterday was one of those Sunday evenings you realize that you had been up and down the whole weekend so much so that you forgot to do some shopping for basic house hold items. It was about 8.30pm when I woke up for the 6th time that day, had a serious hangover from Saturday night’s excess intake of ethylated liquids and so I had been sleeping in installments the whole day in attempts to permit my liver to recover. As usual, being in that state, the body would only accept an apology inform of some stewed meat + ugali. Having separated my Monday mornings fare to town, I now had exactly ksh 200 to spend and buoy did I budget with it to the last coin. I would buy nyama ya 50 bob, buy 1kg of unga, buy bamba 50 and 1 roll of tissue paper. Those were my immediate needs. I proceeded to the butchery first..And as I was next in line to be served, some two beautiful ladies rushed in and told the butcher “ghai aki tulikuwa tunadhani ushafunga tuwekee kilo moja na nusu”. The butcher knowing very well I had come before them told them “ngoja huyu anunue kwanza tuone kama itabaki hiyo kiwango. Kaeni tu hapo chini. BOSS, unataka ya ngapi?” that query was emitted towards my direction as these two ladies also waited for my answer How could I make the weighing scale comprehend that a person who purchases meat worth 50 bob and another who purchases meat worth 1.5KG’s (540 bob) reside in similar locality. BTW if you see a person making an order in a butchery in monetary form such as “niwekee ya 60 bob” as opposed to stating the mass like e.g. niwekee kilo moja and so on, that right there is a person operating in very emaciated financial parameters, an image I did not want to relay to the ladies. “weka Nusu kilo” I uttered with somewhat feigned composure. Only 20 bob survived from that transaction which I purchased nyanya n kitungu with. Well, if u think taking meat worth ksh 200 accompanied by some strong tea (strong tea because I did not purchase unga ya ugali as planned earlier) was hard enough, then do not even attempt to imagine how my morning was having to go to the toilet ejecting some semi-solid waste replica to diarrhea. I hope you do remember I did not buy tissue paper as planned and trust me, I also learned that the newspaper does not have the expertise/ gentleness/texture to deal with waste of that magnitude….
Posted on: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 07:04:07 +0000
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