It is mighty cold and rainy in Nairobi this time of the year so moods are all over the place.Its cold when its cold,there is traffic when it rains and for those unlucky enough to be thy brethren on route 11. Gumboots and rubber shoes are a thing of beauty at this time.Life in itself is a thing of beauty. Pink flowers in the grey weather is a thing of beauty blah blah blah.Let me cut the jazz and get right to it,to me a thing of beauty really has to be the human body..the human mind I mean ,look at you,look how far you have come,look how woke you are getting,look at all these near death experiences and embarrassing moments you went through,those lost moments, oh no moments and still somehow here you are,reading my blog wondering what the heck i am ranting about this time and why i think gumboots and rubber shoes are a thing of beauty…Oh well you have made it this far i might as well finish my whim.
I mean flowers are nice and all however,the ability to ignore and do what it takes to survive to mo matter where life takes you is i think a thing of beauty don’t you think? You know i would like to think of myself as a ‘works under pressure‘ type of person.When it gets rough i start something new to sway my mind of it; a new blog, a new project on my jewelry line Instagram; nanalately_shop(..you see what i did there) hehehe. Some times it can get rough .Still there you are doing what needs to be done, for your self or for someone else. Thinking no-one needs to know .”Kulenga kama hakuna chenye imefanyika ‘‘ Take in the grey and like vacuum,suck it up and churn out colors .Think about the deputy governor,by now we all know who, his come back after that is what am taking about that’s the thing of beauty.
You know the other day I was in a matatu and a man walked in he looks damn familiar he was so bruised up and swollen,he goes to the front and am think oh lord here we go again another preacher man here for ‘sadaka‘ . Somehow I listened to him, he looked too familiar,I knew it ! I knew him from somewhere, he owed a matatu named after him and his face painted on it,he also was a tout en-rout Ngong’ road,he asked for just a few moments of our time and i immediately saw the thing of beauty in his eyes before he began to speak: he owned a matatu and still a tout on the side as a hustle.He had to sell his matatu to collect funds because he fell off the ‘manyanga’ door moving at 80kmh and was run over by a ‘nduthi’ .He had stitches all over his face, and his hand was disfigured i felt my heart whip a little for him, he has a total of 172 stitches on him. He however said he wasn’t there for a pity party; at this point i am near tears and the man sitting next to me is too( a little too late for that don’t you think) he has a little sister who he supported with this job now he cannot do it due to his disfigurement ,you know what amazed me the most? he wasn’t asking for money to support his sister he was ask for money for surgery so that he himself can get well and support his sister he sold everything he has for her,let me just pose right there and let you go though the motions with me,not for himself for her,he was paining but he got up sold his matatu still couldn’t get as much and he has resulted to borrowing a little more from us to whom know he looks familiar.
At this point if you we are still not seeing what i am talking about ,you my friend are a thing of wonder.I am at the end of my whim.Keep that beauty alive sometimes not being asked if you are okay is the best thing you can do,the glue that keeps it together is the thing of beauty don’t unravel it unless has stuck together.I don’t want to talk about it mean i don’t want to talk about it.