Going down memory lane, I remember as a kid, every time we’d go to eat out, the order(pun) of the day would be chips, TWO(never one or three) pieces of sausages and fanta orange. I strongly believe my brothers and I were not the only ones with the same kind of order, I see you lifting your hand admitting to that too. But that has since then changed, I grew up and started to know that chips and chicken, though with fanta orange was a powerful combination. Then I graduated from fanta orange to blackcurrent(haiya, who remembers the soda ‘softa’? Remember the advert? ‘Freedom softa freedom, brighten your day the softa soda way hmmm’ wah I danced to that advert religiously.) *nostalgia* Oh my, back to what I was writing about. So nowadays I order pretty much chicken, maybe chips(rarely) and juice 🙂 Honestly, I’m not sure why I have written down that first paragraph, hmmph, well, Easter is coming up so now any lunch offers are welcome 🙂
To matters important, what this post really is about. In life, there are a number of things one wants and also, what one needs. We’ve all heard or read about differentiating between wants and needs. It’s always clear that needs are more important than wants. Case in example, naturally, I am not a drama mama, no, I rarely over react and I may sometimes have strong opinions about something, but I keep it to myself. See I wouldn’t want to be a drama mama, but friends, I need to be a drama mama, like a really, and a loud one for that matter. Why? Thought you couldn’t ask. Well that’s because many instances have passed when I needed to be full of drama but I just laid back which resulted to a loss.
Sometime last week, while in the matatu heading home, the conductor and some lady got caught up in an argument and since there was no radio, well, all of us were subjected to be the audience of the exchange of words. The lady, of Somali descent(we all know best not to argue with them, and their men as well) was telling the conductor to give her her change and there, the drunk conductor, refusing to give it to her immediately. To cut the long story short,(what do people use to cut long stories anyway? anybody? nobody?) the conductor just started shouting ‘wanawake ni kisirani’ and kept repeating the same words over and over again. Guys in the matatu just looked at him and shook their heads, some ladies, just giggled. Here is what I should have done. -Cleared my throat and go something like ‘wee! Ebu mrudishie change na uwache kutupigia kelele. Unaita wanawake kisirani na we ndio unaleta kisirani hapa. Ala(I love that word) ALA! Kwani umegeuka kuwa mwanamke! Na uwache kutusi wanawake hadharani kwa sababu mama yako pia ni mwanamke. Heshima boss ala.- Then, this is what would follow, -passengers in the jav would give me a standing ovation with applause and cheers. The driver would probably stop the vehicle by the road side, so we all alight then the crowd carries me in the street chanting my name. As for the Somali lady, she would reward me a lifetime supply of pilau, biriani, bhajia and what not, delivered to our door step- But I did not do that. Friends, I failed. 😦 I simply shook my head and sighed(though loudly)This shows how my being a drama mama would benefit me and the society, talk about woman empowerment!
Then, this affects each one of us(well, those of us who lack drivers). Thing with Kenyans on the street is that they enjoy proving that they have the widest of shoulders and heaviest of feet. Like I can count the number of days I can go without being stepped on or being ‘body checked’. What I should do when either of that happens, -tap that person very roughly and ask ‘haiya, huangalii penye unaenda. ALA!’ then that person should be able to apologize. Apologies always soothe the heart. Those who after stepping or ‘body checking’ say sorry, really deserve a smile, a hug maybe? No, just a smile really. That will promote peaceful co-existence. But what I usually do, I look at the person and shake my head. Fail. Friends, I need to be a drama mama.
Plus there are many more instances when I need to be full of drama, so I’ll slowly start and report to you my progress next week. One thing I know, I got my laid backness from my dad. Look at this. so Sunday evening, I was chilling in my room with my big brother. You know, those lazy Sunday evenings, listening to some GOOD music(Eric Wainaina’s album, ‘Love + Protest’) I’m seated on my bed, my bro on the other bed, and we’re talking. Minutes later, my dad opens the door, then he sends me and walks out. Two minutes later, my mum calls me on the phone(all the way from Kakamega) and our conversation goes something like this.
Me: Hi mum 🙂
Her: Hi love. How was your day?
Me: Ah, it was nice, I enjoyed.
Her: Where are you now?
Me: In the house.
Her: What are you doing
Me ; Oh well, listening to music.
Her: Okay, now, your dad tells me you have a friend in the house, you’re with a a boy in your room?
Me:(LAUGHTER, LAUGHTER and more LAUGHTER)
so, she also starts laughing then,
Her: Well, what’s funny?
Me: (laughter) the boy in my room is Sam, Sammy. My brother.
Her:(laughter) Kwani your dad ameona nani?
Me: Ama ametoka kukunywa nini? (laughter)
Her: Haha, he’s confused. Okay, let me tell him ni boy wake ako kwa room ya girl wake.
(My mum really tries with sheng’ sometimes, she’s good, but more times it’s just pure comedy)
Me: Sawa, talk to you later.
Her: Ok mama.
Then, my bro and I laugh, then we LAUGH. It get’s funnier when a minute later we hear my dad’s phone ringing then after some time we just hear ‘ooooohooooh’ Haha, that was funny. We make fun of the whole situation. He was from sleeping so he was seeing my bro as a stranger.
Friends, don’t you think my dad too needs to be a drama baba. What if in real sense it was another boy and he was full of drama, don’t you think he could have done something say crazy, but to help me.
Let us all be dramatic, even when we don’t want to, hey sometimes we need to, but for the better good of society that is. Not the Mike Sonko way though.
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