This is going to be a short story. I may get to the point eventually; but am going to waste time going round and round about a whole lot of personal crap that you probably don’t give a damn about. You know, just to keep things going.
I have guilty pleasures that I have no problem admitting to. I will admit to one today. I am drawn to powdery things. I love a dry throat just as much as I love taking water. It is the pleasure I derive that drives me to taking powdery things. I like Patcos because they crush into the best powder, and just before the powder becomes wet with saliva, it spreads into the throat, giving it a dry effect for a moment. A moment that I can live in for a while. When I cannot find Patcos I settle for glucose, it doesn’t have the same effect, but it is almost close. The only problem is, it gets wet fast. Due to this behaviour, I have on several occasions thought about the other white powdery stuff. You know, the illegal one. I have watched enough movies to see how it is done. I have imagined it so many times.
I also love chocolate. I love drinking chocolate, I take it as dry as it is instead of actually drinking it. Why? Because I am drawn to powdery things. Cocoa has a strong taste. There is no easy way to describe the joy cocoa brings. When I pour a portion of the drinking chocolate in my mouth, it acts like dust and immediately dries my throat with its powdery effect. That feeling is everything at the moment. I am yet to understand it fully. I also like cocoa because it does not get wet fast.
I spend most of my days lately watching series on my laptop or funny videos on social media. On good days, I write. Sometimes just for me, sometimes for someone who needs my expertise in academic writing. On the days I spend time watching videos, I like to have a packet of cocoa by my side so I can keep taking portions of it in between the episodes.
On this fine day, we woke up when it was raining. I had plans to visit the library during the day. Plans which had to be cancelled because there was no way I going out in the rain. When the rain stopped, we sent my sister to the supermarket to buy some packets of cocoa and honey. Am not the only one addicted to cocoa in our house. It was the first time we were sending my sister to town alone. She had never been in a public vehicle alone. But on this day, she was the only one who could actually go out. I was not in the mood anymore. We gave her a phone, the money, a sling bag and a shopping bag. Since supermarkets insist on selling the bags, we try to remember to carry a bag to the supermarket. It was not the usual bags we see around. This was one of a kind. It’s been in the family for years. A beautiful woven bag that is strong enough to carry anything.
She left the house. I was particularly waiting for the cocoa so I can have my day’s dose of powder.
Just before we had lunch, my sister was back. We noticed she didn’t have the bag we had given her. All she had on her was the sling bag. She was not in a good mood. We automatically assumed that someone had bullied her along the way or in the supermarket and we were ready to find the perpetrators of that act.
We decided to ask her what had happened. And her reply was the best I have heard in a while.
” nime…(sobs) ni(sobs) nimesahau (more sobs) vi(sobs) izo vi(sobs) vitu (more sobs) kwa kwa(sobs) gari (uncontrollable sobs)”
I couldn’t contain my laughter.
What happened is, the matatu had left her a distance from our stage. I believe with that confusion and being that it was her first time being in a public vehicle alone, she could not remember the things she had bought. She just alighted the matatu and only realized she didn’t have the bag once she was inside the estate gate. That was when the crying started. I assume.
We asked her if she remembered anything about the matatu. She remembered something alright. Something that may be the baseline of a good description had she given more details. It was a white matatu. So helpful! My mum managed to talk her down because she was very upset but I could see she was holding back her laughter.
I felt for my sister. The first time out alone and you lose everything you’ve been sent. But at the same time, I really missed my cocoa.
“So, for how long are you going to hold back your laughter?” I asked my mum when she finally was alone.
“I will reserve it for later.”
“You do that, but I want my cocoa. How do we resolve that?”
“I’ll be going to town later in the day. I’ll get some.”
“I think kushukishwa mbali na gate ilimconfuse. Good thing ulimtuma cocoa na asali pekee”
“Yeah. I also want to believe that is what may have caused her confusion” she agreed with me.
“haha… a cocoa-nfusion”
“oh, nothing. You may not get it”
I didn’t get my dose of the powder this day. Yaani niliskia vibaya.
It was however a lesson my sister learnt in a way. At least now she will know in a matatu, your main concern is your luggage, not even the fare.