Last week on Bodo's Blog...
Hahahahaha! I make myself happy! You see, in my head I can
see the look on your face and makes me laugh so hard I start getting hunger
pangs. Okay, I'm done.
Back to the story of how I met Anita. i'm serious.
Now every time I try throwing in, "Remember Miss
Bilha?" I'm overpowered by "I can't believe we were deskmates in
Nursery School!"
Me: I remember Lucy, the mzungu girl and...
Felix: Wow! Remember Kate Wami?
Joy: Kate Wami is my best friend. Looks very different now!
Ever seen...
Do I blame God for this predicament? For not knowing who
Kate Wami was and only shariing memories of one mean teacher Jacinta? No! I
blame my mother's boss for this particular situation. Not anything else, just
this moment.
To cut the long(short) story short (shorter), a some point
the Kapten's joined the conversation. Fullie (spelt F.U. double L.I.E :-D
What?! F.U. Double L.I.E. In case you didn't get it, lemme repeat. No? Ok)
Fullie was in the same class as Allan.
Me: We were family friends. In fact I met her the other
day...
Fullie: If you were in Anita's class how come you don't
remember my brother?
Me: Ummm... I was not in exactly the same class. I was in
North or South
Joy: Yaani I can't believe it! You remember...
So, this is how I met Anita.
I can't remember. Relax, uskonde. I honestly can't remember
the vivid details of our first meet.
This is what I remember:
I remember after moving in to Memorial estate (that is how I
remember it being called) and waking up disoriented. You know how it is the
first day after kuhama, right?
I have memories of waking up to make cars out of UHT
Tetrapak paper. I remember sitting with his brother Dennis on the railings down
at the field and him showing me his thumb nail (the nail of his thumb) with a streak of black. Of
beauty spots. He had a jungle green jeep the size of my computer mouse complete with an armed soldier inside.
I remember Allan in the school uniform being the last born
he is.
I remember passing Anita by the school corridor and looking
forward to prize giving day hoping I become number 1 and not 2 because she
would get the prize.
I remember her round face. I remember her in a dress, black
shoes and white stockings as we played on the sand pile outside our home.
I remember watching Sarafina at our Sudanese neighbour,
Ball's house. I remember going for mass
at the cathedral.
All memories of Eldoret are fond. Even beatings after losing
my 5th pair of shoes in 4 weeks.
I met her at a Wedding in August last year. Very jovial.
Nowadays she wears specs. We chat every now and then. After like 5 months. Oh,
and I owe her lunch.