I believe that I am a child of the most
high. Am favored and as it has been said, I am kept, not by any earthy human
being but by the most high, the omnipotent, God.
I love investing and if I get a good
project to put my money, I do without a thought. It’s called securing your
future. Sometimes I get those weird looks of ‘kwanini unajifanya mwanaume’. To
be clear, sijifanyi mwanaume, it’s just that my prince charming has not swept
me off my feet yet and am not going to sit pretty and wait to enjoy his
well-earned investment. Even in the older days, our mothers knew better than to
seat and wait to be wholly provided for by their husbands though the husbands
would effortlessly provide. They knew their role in the house unlike today.
So in a far off land, that is
Oloitoktok, I saw beauty. The Mt. Kilimanjaro beauty attracted me. When the
offer was made by a reputable sacco, I went for it. I couldn’t resist, I love
nature and adventure. I could see myself at old age just seated outside my pouch
enjoying the sunset and view of the beautiful mountain. Talk about having
wildlife as your new buddies. The swara’s, giraffe’s and on rare occasions, the
king of the jungle himself, the Lion. I smiled all the way with castles
effortlessly building in my head. No one could convince me otherwise.
I enjoyed the drive, from the
beautifully tarmacked Oloitoktok road, into an all weather road that leads to
the parcel of land. I felt like a genious every time my sister said that it was
a brilliant location.
We got ourselves a driver or so we
thought. That was because we didn’t want to get too exhausted and anyway we
wanted to enjoy the breathtaking sceneries along the way. And maybe we could
have spotted something else that could arouse our interest. We embarked in the
midmorning. At around 6.00pm, a few meters to our destination the worst
happened. The road was bumpy I think to prevent drivers from driving too fast
and endangering the lives of the wild animals.
All along I felt the speed was too
high. Personally I don’t do speeds beyond 100km/h. I intimated but after a few
kilometers of reduced speed, he resumed the high speed. When we got to the
all-weather road, I got relieved and I promised myself that on our way back, I
would drive. It was like 22km in. We chatted all the way and just as we were
about our destination, can’t quite say what distracted our dear driver but we
found ourselves inside some bushes. Our car had skidded off the road and in a
spin second of a minute we were fighting with huge trees branches and trying to
avoid huge stone that were precarious lying there not knowing what was happening.
We finally made a stop somewhere in
between trees. Our breaths gone but no one injured except the car which I think
might be a write off. Thank God it was a strong car, high enough to evade the
stones. Apart from a few light scratches and pains where the safety belt was
strapped, we all are good. Thank God for the people who invented seatbelts, now
I know the usefulness of strapping it always though I never ignite before
buckling up.
#Chroniclesrules: rule1; never engage a
person who is not a certified technician or a professional driver.
Rule 2: never allow a person who doesn’t own
a car to drive your car.
Rule
3: never allow a rookie under the influence of new love near a steering wheel.
(tihihi)
Rule 4: a MOLLIS in bed is not
necessarily IAN DUNCAN on the road… hehehe
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