It has been repeatedly said that trust is earned and
not demanded. I feel like trust can be bought. The way you walk to Texas
Butchery and your usual guy “namesake Patrick” serves you that goat choma. You
are not a fan of meat. At least not anymore. You have actually been accused
being a racist. The way you don’t interact with white meat. However, the way Patrick
roasts his, you keep going back.
And there you had a chance to get some. Especially on
a Friday. A Friday that has three more Fridays after it. A Tuesday marking the end
of a week. For eight hundred shillings.
Following a deal with Chanchori to assist readers who
may want to get his book (The realm of humanity) but cannot access since it can
only be paid through credit card or paypal, The Granny’s Corner made it a point
to come through. What is a world without stories? And who is in a better place
to ensure this happens than a granny (Hence The Granny’s corner). In the
process of loading our account to ensure such one reader got her copy, I
visited an agent, a bank agent. A nice mama who knows what business is all about.
Who knows haba na haba (read Ksh 800.00) hujaza Kibaba (loosely translated to
shove by shove make the ship rock). Treats me like a regular. All smiles.
Too bad for me, our bank is upgrading its systems and
even after trying for a couple of times, I will just have to make the lady
wait. Something gentlemen are not supposed to but what do. So I go back to my
lunch. The good food prepared by yours truly. And the lady waits. Until 2100
hours later in the day.
Only to wake up on a Friday and realize among those
deposit attempts done earlier, one went through. Like trials couples make to
get pregnant and how one of those lunch hour quickies bear fruit. And forth
comes a boy. A handsome boy. Witty like hell and laughs like a storm. And an
eternal baby-face.
On a 24th of the month. On a
Tuesday-Friday, 800 shillings might bridge that gap. It buy you a half kilo of
that choma. And a drink. Or it might buy you trust. And probably a friend in
the process.
But a man must decide. And deciding he does.
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