NYUMBA KUMI’, MY RIPE DOUGH…..CONTINUATION Holding the highest leadership post in the village apart from the chief, I have to find ways of living beyond the ordinally. I have now acquired a new bike, a mountain bike that everyone looks at adorably. I have money, contributions from the Nyumba Kumi thing come monthly without delay. Money is in plenty at my household, we leave some to the mice to play around with. The chief walks, I ride, I ride because I have to address the issues of the villagers at different areas since many have now joined. We have gone up to Nyumba sitini. Also I have to attend to emergencies as soon as possible. Now and then, I make trips to the city. As a leader I have to go for seminars and trainings on our Nyumba Kumi thing. This is the mentality I leave my wife and the villagers with whenever I embark on a journey to the city. It is at such moments I get to breath a different air, eat better food and drink bottled barley product. I also get time to visit Njeri who lives in Heni estate. An estate mostly inhabited by my villagers who have relocated to the city. Njeri, who operates an M-pesa in the city doesn’t know that I am married. This is because she left the village long before I acquired someone. This is a piece of news I would never want her to have it. It would ruin my fortunes in the city limiting the number of times I travel. Whenever I visit, am relieved the cost of accommodation in the city. Njeri’s single room serves us both fairly well I also get to ride and make laps on an unusual track. You know a change is as good as a rest. Mostly, I return to the village after three days. I bring clothes, jewelers and some shopping from the city. My wife is more than grateful to ask where I spent my nights or why I came with different clothes from the ones I left with. I have extra clothes at Njeri’s Back in the village, men and women are full of expectation. Barazas are held at my kiosk and at Karumaido all in need to know what went on in the city .They are sure am loaded with new information to keep them more secure from the seminar. With my intelligence, I come up with new ideas some irrelevant to just convince them. I remember once I returned and didn’t have enough material to tell them. When they became so stubborn, I told them that every homestead was required to have a binocular to keep their homes vigil. Since none of the villagers knew what that was, no one said a word. Some went forth to thank me for the continued concern. At times I claim the information to be classified which is meant for me to formularizing strategies. It goes without saying that “wanjinga ndio waliwalo!” before they realize my cunning tricks, I’ll be long gone, gone to the city for my big job!
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 05:34:05 +0000
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