The silence is so loud, its valid though, its validity will be proved soon before the year comes to an end, so help me God.
August was a crazy month. Beside the project underway, ahem i had two crazy incidents that left me feeling honored to be alive.
25th August 6.30 am I board a matatu at my usual place and take the back seat. Normally, I nap all the way to town, but nowadays there is no traffic so if I nap, by the time its sweet and tempting, we are at Ngara, I hate the feeling of having to stop what has just started. Id rather not start. On this day, I chat with the person next to me. Stories were flowing and there were occasional laughs when suddenly the driver swerved at such a high speed, that every one was caught by surprise. My curiosity caused me to peep through the back window . Other than thick black smoke from the exhaust pipe and some dust, there was nothing else in the vicinity. As I turned to face in front, screams filled the air. The bus slanted on its left and I could literally feel the driver trying to frantically bring it back to stability. The speed was increasing and every one was panicking. I held the seat in front of me so tightly with my right hand. I was sure this bus would roll on its left side. My head was telling me that if it does, Id definitely be thrown over and be hit by the carriage on the right side. It was around 45 degrees over my head. I held the seat in front even tighter. Iswore if i had to be thrown off my seat, id have to go with this seat as a shield :) .What followed were three very loud bangs separated by desperate screams, people being thrown from side to side as others shouted (I was among the latter).
The matatu stopped. My knees were on vibration mode and they would not stop. I was not alone, the guy beside me was holding his knees and the look on his face would tell a million versions of the same story at the time. The vehicle had stopped but was still slanted. We alighted very carefully considering a slanted floor and shaky knees are not the best of conditions to work with . I still had not realized what exactly had happened till I stepped out to find that wen rammed into a GK land rover half way on its right side then into rails on our left. That is what stopped the vehicle from rolling. Adrenaline was top notch and it convinced me that I was in good health. I complied. I text my Madam to say that I may be late, sh*t was up and I was dead scared.
I am a true Kenyan, we move on fast. Ours is a rolling stone,we gather no moss. Across the road, we proceeded to our different money making stations. At 9.30am, adrenaline died and pain kicked in. I had several muscle strains. I could no stretch my right arm,I checked into hospital, I should have done it earlier though. I met this psycho of a doctor who was treating me with his earphones on his ears. How do they select Med students nowadays? If Id go back to campus Id be overqualified for medicine I guess. He only removed the earphones to ask me if I had heart burn and what time the incident was. Oooh plus on which road, like that would determine the intensity of pain. My leg is swollen but I am supposed to have heart burn. Come down Lawd!!
I was not in a mood to argue so I just walked out and went to another hospital,More reputable, they did a thorough check and I am well, with a few painkillers of course.
This was reason enough to celebrate and Saturday 30th was a perfect night. Main man has a crazy crowd. The night would totally rock!! We passed through an ATM on Kimathi street before proceeding to our choice on nightly ventures, it was raining. We opted to use the rather shorter alleys between buildings to avoid the rain. Once into the alley, thee men, each in a black black hoods walked right behind us, I was last on the queue since we are all avoiding the rain and its obvious I was the weakest target. Every time I looked back, the men looked down and they had all pocketed. I felt like I was in a movie scenario. One guy in my crowd noticed the weird stares, walked behind me and whispered "run". I am obedient, the rest of the team must have been alert, they all ran for dear lives and out of the alley. The hooded men took the next turn to the opposite direction when they realized we had smelt a fat ugly rat. That was close, we had to celebrate this life now.
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The DJ must have had a good August, he dropped such crazy beats I wished that night would last forever, It dint, but lasted to the end of August because Sunday was.....lets just say inactive to be on the safe side.
Goodbye August, see you next year and please come with your manners.
Hello September..........
