• Bounced classes give the perfect excuse for a trip to friends' hometown
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I may have never lost any of my IDs, but a pair of keys? Charge me as guilty for that one too many times.
It was on a Wednesday, the first time this happened. All my classes on that day had bounced, and so when one of my unemployed friends asked me if I was down to go for a small road trip to Limuru, the home girl here was definitely down. I had nothing to lose on that day, or so I thought.
Together with my three other unemployed friends on a random Wednesday, we headed to Limuru. This was after the obvious stopover on Kiambu Road, where we fuelled the car and grabbed some snacks and drinks.
Literal tears in my eyes remembering that fuel at that time was slightly below Sh100. Continues to sigh in the current economy and state of affairs.
'J Hus' had just dropped and we definitely vibed to his whole album. Two of my friends in the car were equally Amapiano merchants, so a beat of 'Shay’mpempe' had to play.
If I’m not wrong, they even did have a whistle (the era of the start of Amapiano, an upbeat genre that I came to love).
On arrival at Limuru, we parked along a road just a few meters from the gate. Honestly, I don’t know if I was nostalgic or just traumatised at the sight of the school.
Limuru tends to be cold all year, and the weather was chilly and slightly drizzling. The usual shenanigans of catching up as we admired the scenery and took pictures to commemorate the day. Time flew by and soon, we had to embark for Nairobi.
Now trouble started when I realised that I didn’t have my keys. I searched whether I had dropped them in the car. My friends helped me in the search, too, but they were nowhere to be found. Sa hizo tuko Thika Road, ni home tunaenda.
Anyway, I decided to crush at Lydia’s place since she lived nearest to me, and it was pretty late to start looking for someone to break the padlock to my house.
The next day, early in the morning, I had to figure out a way to open my house; actually, it’s breaking into it. I went to the nearest hardware store and first of all bought a new set of keys and padlock. Some mechanics were also nearby, and I asked one of them to help me break my padlock.
Of course this is Kenya, haikuwa bure. Nilimpee Sh500.
The process took like 30 minutes, and I was finally relieved to be back in the confines of my house. You can imagine how the other struggle was, having to explain and convince the caretaker to give me a replacement for the main entrance keys, too.
From then henceforth, I give at least one of my trustees a spare pair of keys because breaking and entering into your own house is not funny.