Neighbours 63

It's exactly a year since I moved into this house.Life had 'deported' me from Komarock.It was tough.I had squeezed the last lemon that life had thrown at me.My lemonade was over.It had been four complicated months of lining up at Mfangano street waiting for Mwamba sacco to take me home.Komarock had hard lessons for me,those lessons you struggled even to put together the formula to solve.It had x squared somewhere,d somewhere which denoted the difference of x bar and y.Am thankful there was an oasis,yes Dc Umoja..I always looked forward to the sunday service.You all know how Bishop J.B Masinde preaches,very passionate.I never missed a service,I never made friends either..I can't explain.I was a different person,I was quiet,how?..too bad,nobody even knew 'Wawaya'..I was just a tall guy if anybody ever noticed me.The only other new person I met in church is Isa,who was once a High school C.U chairman.Somehow he didn't have good working relationships from high school.There was no such fanfare when we met.We exchanged contacts,I have never even thought of him since that day.I think we had very little in common.The Komarock experience was exceptional.There were days I was really broke,you could even think the oxygen you were using 'ni ya kupima'.There were no friends,I had invited many friends but it sounded as though I lived at a far island.I longed for Zimmerman,where I could walk to my friend's house and tell him i have a craving for omena.I would bite the' smalll mandazis' he had as he cooked.All that while we would be chatting and laughing about our high school and campus lives.He always wondered how I severally tried to have yoghurt for supper."But am healthy'',I could defend myself."Eeh healthy!,enyewe very healthy''He would comment sarcastically. Komarock had no such people.There was this young guy who cleaned our plot,I used to call him 'besini' because of how he would call a basin with a luo accent.That was not enough,he used the same 'ngeli' for a basin and a human being.He would ask''Besini(basin) ako wapi?''Having been back here am so grateful to God,I moved here so broke.I had spent my entire savings.I had alot of hope.You could see it.Man,that month I taught statistics like I had never understood before,as a private lecturer to a masters student...funny right?,that was too big I prefered being called a consultant...lol.Barely a month passed and a thief visited.His visit left me so bored.My television and laptop were gone.Looking how God has restored..with a relatively larger tv and a better laptop that is not a duo core anymore.Even that plastic chair is replaced.Why did I write all these?,In life there are always seasons..some are as dry as the wilderness...eeh desert,you would think you are right there in the Sahara or Kalahari.Always stay hopeful,make decisions, review them.Trust God.Never be afraid to start again...In other matters,our cat absconded duty,I see it at our neighbouring plot,whatever happened I may not know.Investigations are still ongoing,if nothing comes to fruition we will demonstrate(it's the in- thing ask USIU) and find a hashtag like ‪#‎bringourcat‬..hehe..until then,it's a bye for now.Splendid weekend ahead.