‘Twas the season to be jolly, tralalala lala la la!! Funny how even in Kenya, carols are still about reindeer and a white Christmas. For once, I’d like to hear a carol that’s typically Kenyan, talking about mbuzi and shags, with the words nyama choma, kachumbari and Tusker featuring in it. I know, I know. It’s too late to be having such thoughts now. Or, looking at it from a glass-half-full point of view, it’s really early. So that should give people time to write the ultimate Kenyan carol. We’ll see...
‘Twas the season to forget that the economy was bad and things were thick, and simply let go. Indulgence in life’s debaucheries was at a great high. It’s no wonder that it’s usually hospitals’ busiest time of year. Maybe that’s the reason why I broke my foot. Because ‘twas the season. But all that has passed now and we come back to harsh reality, with shallow pockets and bills to pay, not made easier by the blazing sun glaring in your eyes dawn to dusk. Party rock is no longer in the house. It is now the season to go back to school. Bags filled to capacity, as kids trudge to the bus stop at an academic angle, i.e. when their bag is so heavy that they tilt to one side as you walk. The Bata and Text Book Centre ads don’t help either, they just rub it in deeper. I tend to think that those guys are sadistic little bastards, who enjoy reminding people that January is back, because they are the only ones that make money then.
It’s not only the kids, though. Everyone has it rough. The early mornings, the late nights, all work and no play, the few strands of hair that turn grey, all that defines the first month of the year. I sometimes think that maybe if Christmas wasn’t at the end of the year, people wouldn’t be so broke come January. Someone really ought to file a petition for the date to be moved to somewhere like July, when there are no public holidays and guys could really use a break. Tunaomba serikali iingile kati...
‘Twas the season when you could say ‘ ‘tis ‘ without judgement. It is now the season to go back to proper grammar.
But even when life is hard, you gotta move on. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade. (But when life gives you melons, you’re dyslexic. But that’s a joke for another day. Perhaps when people can afford to smile, literally.)
2012, I’m here with all the psych in the world. And no, the world is not ending this year. LET’S DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!
