Dispatch from Mombasa

Today is not what you would particularly call a good day. It began with me visiting a client whom I had to deliver a project to only to be told that the client was in Nairobi. What made it worse was that I had spent the whole of yesterday frantically trying to reach the said client but she declined to pick my calls. At one time she told me she was going to call but never did it. So when I woke up early to deliver a job that I have been working for a whole week, I was told that she had travelled, I felt wasted. So as I am nursing the wounds of rejection and being ignored, there is this other client who is supposed to MPESA me pap. I even talk to the guy and he tells me that he is in the middle of something and that I should just chill. Just let him finish what he is up to and he will sort me out. My eyes therefore become permanently glued to the phone and just waiting for that crucial MPESA message alert. As I am licking my lips and thinking how I am going to at least and for

Chikoo Guantai, though shabbily dressed moved on the silver screen with the grace of a cat. I noticed that her hair was not completely kempt and in my mind I was telling myself that during my heydays I would not have wanted to date her.  I was still doing an analysis of her looks in my mind when I was woken up from my reverie when she announced my name.  “Today’s winner in our continuing Tazama Chapaa 8028 is ….” You win yourself Kshs 500,000 I was not sure that I had heard her clearly and wanted to confirm that it was me. “She just mentioned your name…” my wife told with a girlish look in her eyes. “Okay, Okay, let’s wait and confirm that it’s me, there could be other me’s out there. The winning telephone number is 0 7 2 xxxx Yes that’s mine, “xx,” “ Ngai namba iyo nita yakwa ”, “x” By now my heart was pumping in my ears. I could hear the drums rolling in my stomach and every muscle was tense and twitching as I waited for the final confirmation. “” “Did s