The day started like any other but somehow different from any other. Today had that special feel. The sky was bluer and the grass was greener. The air was crisp and clean and the sun was Goldilocks, not too hot and not too… hot (the sun can only be hot).
Today was one of those days you wake up to sounds of your ocha. The melody of birds singing and that one bird in particular that no one knows ( I think it’s called a loon) that fills the air with its whoop whooping and reminds you of grandma’s house in upcountry.
Yes, today was one of those days you wish you were in shags so you have that tea that was prepared over firewood. Forget masala tea, tea with that smoky flavour is just the one. And it had to be served in tin cups. It just had to.
Yes, today everything would work itself out in my favour. My phone was charged, my water was running. The annoying neighbours moved out. My girlfriend texted first. I found myself singing those hymns we sang in primary school. Akina “This is the day…”
Today was one of those days. Nothing could go wrong. I was MC Hammer. Can’t touch this.
It’s 5 pm and someone (perhaps The LORD, but I doubt it) was testing my faith. Ever had one of those days you just want to plop down on your couch or bed or whatever and just blare music from your woofer or other amplifying devices? Turns out even awesome days can make you tired. So all I wanted to do was get home, put on all four albums by The Script and just stare into space.
All I got to do was stare into space. Why? Because of Kenya Power.
For some reason, I cannot function without electricity. Perhaps you know the feeling. Everything gets very dull very fast. And when the power goes out, you suddenly become very aware of how much “charge” you are using and so you can’t really do anything on your device(s). You become a living breathing battery saver app. And you know that without power, one does not simply turn on Internet connectivity on one’s phone. You want the charge to last. Who knows when you’ll have power again. Could be never, like in that series Revolution.
As it turns out, I hadn’t charged my phone and my laptop battery imebeat. So there I was, staring into darkness coz it’s 8 pm now and there’s no indication of progress in the light sector, and I sit there thinking, “This would make a perfect blog post”. But I dismissed the idea. Who’s going to read it? I ask myself.
I talk to myself for an hour or so, because I am an interesting person and I enjoy intelligent conversations. Then I wondered if people have tried to reach me on Whatsapp since nobody texts me anymore though I have like 20000 SMSs saved up. (Insert random shout out: Text me if you have my number. I’ll text back. Not immediately and not always but I’ll definitely text back). Later I found out that no one tried to contact me in any way, form or manner.
Life is sad sometimes.
Eventually, I fell asleep but before I blacked out (See what I did there?), I remembered to be grateful. See, it’s easy to take things for granted. I thanked God for all sorts of things. I am alive. I mean, if I weren’t then this post would have been written by a ghostwriter ( Kwaaa *slaps knee). I am healthy. I can walk. I have all my senses. I have food. I have water in my house. Do you know how many people take that for granted? There are people drawing water from rivers and transporting it by way of a donkey and you have water in your house? Dude, you are blessed.
Anyway, the point of this post is this: it may seem that you are in lack, but are you really? Count your blessings. Many do not have and wish to have all that you do. Remember that.
This is the day that The LORD has made. I will rejoice and be glad in it.
The power came back eventually, by the way. In case you were wondering.