Last week on Bodo's Blog...

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.