Shoes and Pet peeves!!

At the age of 3, I bought my first pair of school shoes.  Where did I buy them? There was only one place to buy shoes if you were looking for the best, and 15 years down the line, it remained at the top of my list ;The Bata Shop!

  In the formative years, I bought shoes more often as my foot increased in size. Obviously, that didn’t last too long, my current shoe size bears testimony to that. Soon after, a shoe would last about 2-3 years! Note! These are shoes that would be worn from Monday to Monday and they would last that long.

Imagine my surprise when after just 3 short months with a pair from Bata, I was faced with a situation every woman dreads!! We know it might happen, especially when we wear heels and that’s why we always take caution with the extra pair in the handbag. But
since I was wearing flats….( does this happen to dudes too!?!!)

ThE WaLk Of ShaMe
I had the opportunity ( pleasure? ) of this happening to me in both Mombasa and Nairobi.  Note: it was the same pair of shoes!! ( tsk, tsk….Bata! You owe me!! ) The time between the two incidents was about 2, 3 weeks!

The first incident was in Nairobi.  No one even batted an eyelash, everyone being ‘busy’ and all! I was with  V so the shame wasn’t all that bad! Unfortunately, I had to buy another pair and there was only one outlet about. You guessed it ; BATA!! (*sigh* I also had the soles of that pair fixed after 2 weeks. That is just not right ).

Detour : I know Bata are online and I hope they do get around to reading this sometime. As a faithful and diligent,though disgruntled customer….ninaomba serikal. Also, for closed shoes, size 3 and for open shoes/ sandals size 4 …..just so you know, my birthday is coming up ;). I am definitely hinting!!

Back to Incident number 2.
Coincidentally, it was in the middle of the road, like the first time. No, I was not running!! When it happened in Mombasa, everyone i passed, i repeat EVERYONE had something to say! The first person was kind enough to direct me to the nearest cobbler, after which the real walk of shame began ! It was in Buxton ( i hope that’s the spelling but I’m pretty sure it’s not ‘Bakstan’, as I was about to write at first.) It was around 5 so the evening traffic jam had already kicked in. I could feel the eyes of all those motorists and passengers watching me as i made my way slowly, very slowly!!! With many stops!! I am just glad I was looking down the whole time. But I had to have my isn’t-this-ridiculous smile on my face the whole time !!!

It felt like an hour but 10 minutes later, I get to one of those stands that sell sweets and stuff and the fellow was kind enough to call the cobbler for me. He was actually on the opposite side of the road and there was no way I was going to make it across. I’m pretty sure I would have sat on the asphalt in despair!! I insisted on dragging the shoe along although several people ( including motorists ) had suggested I walk barefoot once and for all! Mwerevu Mimi ( direct trans: bright me ) decided to battle it out with the shoe. Not that there was much difference when you compare the amount of dust I kicked up.   
By the way, I also met another lady doing the walk of shame just as I was…..she was so much better!!


…..I love toggle case!! This is not rhetorical!!! I expect, no, I nEeD answers. I started driving school, as you know. One time, a certain clerk was taking my details and he ‘forgot’ to write down my locality. Let me be honest and say that , it’s not hard to tell that a guy has noticed you, the earlier for a girl to know, the better so that she can respond appropriately!! Anyway, he got my number from the form I had filled in. I knew his game so I was quite formal, giving him only the information he required and thwarting his attempts at starting a conversation!  I think he got the message because he didn’t try anything after that, until today.

The thing is, I see him every day. Of course I’ll have to set him straight.  Question is, how? How do I make a nice statement that basically says ‘ Not in a million years ‘ or more politely,  ‘ no thanks’? Today he sent me a text that was nowhere near being grammatically correct!! Someone has been spreading a rumour that ‘ t’ can easily be replaced by ‘r’ in the word ‘beautiful’ *shudder*. I should be flattered, but am not!  First of all, it goes against ethics for someone to use details given in for personal gain!! That has to be wrong in at least 10 books!!! Dudes, what do u have to say for yourselves?! Also if you could tell me the best thing to do….. Dudines,  ( the grammatic opposite of ‘dudes’) your words of wisdom?

P.s I am soo not replying the text!  Dudes, if a dudine likes you, she responds. If she doesn’t, well, that’s that.

I have also noted an alarming trend of being hit on on the streets and these people just can’t read body language!!! Plus, who responds when called Msupa?  Or even worse, Mummy?!  Aki Coasterians!!!!tsk tsk.   


Mwende Weekly

I get behind a wheel today!! Not that i have never been there before, it’s just that now, I won’t just be listening to the radio nor will I be 3. I have dreamt of driving a lot !! Especially when I was in boarding school in primary. i was always driving from Nyahururu to Mombasa….I loved school that much. There were, of course, interesting detours in dreamland! There was a time a whole mall was opened for me and the other two people in the car with me. Thing was, it was midnight and no one was supposed to know we were there, but after a while guys realized it was opened and begged us to open for them. I woke up so I never got to make that decision.

Right now, as I write this, there is a music video being shot in my front yard…I am not home but I left them to it! The artist is the wife of a guy who used to be a driver in one of Dad’s mats when we lived in Machakos and I was barely 3… let’s call her a  family friend :). I really should have taken a photo. REALLY! All I can say…you could not pay me to do the moves they were doing!! Ok, picture bird like movements in THOSE  long skirts (you know what I am talking about) and also for guys in suits.( I don’t know how, or why they would do that in Coast).

Goats have opinions too!!

Proven today when I saw a goat reach up to tear down theses posters people stick on walls everywhere! I guess the colour combination really got his goat…..*crickets* anyway….

Over the weekend, i ended up at Tuskys rather late. I didn’t know that place could get that busy!! Half the shop was filled with queues!! So this one guy was particularly loud as some lady had passed rather rudely by him. Without getting into details, he talked, she showed him the hand… so while he was talking to the hand, he let a curse word rip. I promise you that there was a moment where the whole crowd went silent and gasped in shock. Unperturbed he went on talking, repeating the word over and over…

In terms of degree, there are worse words but it had the desired effect. Only one person dared to speak up; a rather small lady, of caucasian descent. She pointed out that kids were in the vicinity and such words shouldn’t be used. The guy literally started spewing postcolonial mumbo jumbo!! I really pity that guy. He almost got into a fight with that sweet old lady!! That was really sad.

As it is, I will be really late for class if I proceed in this…. I don’t even know what to call it…

Just Let It GO!

It’s been a long moment since the last time I blogged, so today, I have literally gone out of my way to post something. Literally. It’ll cost about 15/= to get back on my way home.

As you know, I quit my job so what, pray tell, might I be doing that would make it so difficult to pop in for a brief moment?Nothing. That’s right, folks! Nothing; Nada; Zero; El Zipo; BURE BILASHI!! (may I confess that I have never used that statement except in some ill-constructed inshas over the course of doing 8-4 ?!). The other -4 is about to be crossed out of my to-do list 🙂 .

I was in Nairobi for about a week. I’ll spare you the details as per now but I will try to divulge them later. Ever since I came back to the coast, I have been plagued by a series of cravings that I can’t explain. It started with Fries, then Cake then it  swiftly went to spicy food, then to samosas, at a point it was chocolate, then French Toast and today, A bottle of Cold Fanta. 500ml, plastic bottle. This particular craving was so intense, I almost caused at some attendant in Tuskys! (no, I was not going to take Fanta Pineapple!!It tastes like Quencher with gas. Bleugh!).But after searching in some tu-shops, Thank God, I have my trustee bottle. I had actually decided that if I did not get that particular soda, I was not going to blog.

When you hold that cold bottle in your hand and just imagine the cool liquid going down your throat…considering that you have not eaten the whole day, your imagination kind of goes crazy on you. Your heart races just a bit and you just can’t wait for that first sweet drop to hit your tongue. So you open the bottle, falling short of swirling the liquid and grabbing a whiff of it, you tip the bottom. Your eyes literally close as you feel it coursing down. But it’s just not what you imagined it to be. #disappointment.

Day after day, as I struggled with each craving, toying with the idea of just getting that one thing, imagining how it would taste,I psyched up to get it but when I finally did, it fell short of my expectation.

At a point in time Ted Mosby (Yes,from How I met Your Mother) met this lady at a wedding. Boy like Girl, Girl like Boy yada yada yada…. but the point was to have this awesome time together under the cloak of anonymity. There’s a scene where they are at a piano room alone and they are about to kiss but Girl suggests that rather than kissing, they could stick to the drumroll. You know, that moment when two people have leaned in, their noses probably touching, breathing the same air…but not moving in for the swoop.

The impossible romantic I am, I can’t help but sigh. Another classic example would be where two strangers drawn by an inexplicable force, share a gaze across a crowded room. Such a thing can only be described as being perfect. There are no strings attached, no promise of a next moment…just two strangers communicating, sharing in a magic that no one else seems to be aware of.

Problems begin after that; when human emotions come into play. It’s a total mess!!! Someone will get hurt #guaranteed. Both people will be taking a risk. The person you met on that first day will probably turn out to be quite different from what you first thought.

The one mistake you could make is to imagine it; how the whole thing would pan out. Big Mistake! Life is definitely full of surprises. Don’t put someone in a glass casing of an image of what ‘you think’ they are because as the days come.


Imagination can only take you so far. I should now. But it does tend to steal one’s grasp on reality. Sure, it’s awesome while the thought lasts but did you ever think that maybe, just maybe, the real thing would be so much better? The real thing being that you are not that the director of your own life!!!!! God is!! There can be no arguement against that. When you let Him take the lead, it’s not that life will be simple, nor will it be easy. #Fact you will suffer no fullstop, because you will suffer for Christ. And in that suffering will you learn and experience the true meaning of love. Another #fact a craving for God will be fulfilled upto ten times what you could ever imagine.

That’s one thought that’s beenon my mind for days on end… I end this post by emphasizing on how both my parents are getting younger. Last night, Mum was singing along to Sidewalk Prophets, a Christian rock band….you have to meet her to understand the majorness of such a thing. One song stuck with me though, ” The words I would say”. How many things go unsaid in life? Especially in a family scenario?!