The challenges I give myself sometimes come through unrealistic,at least to most it would seem so.Like why on earth would I go to my whatsapp status and ask people to give me a suggestion on what to write about.Writing itself ain’t never been an easy pie and if I wasn’t doing it for the fun in the first place then it would be utmost slavery reincarnated.
Answer to this I guess would be to make my thinking much easier and writing more unidirectional;unidirectional?Did I just write that?Goodness!I never even used it in a statement as speaking this English language to an African like me born and bred in the village can be quite a challenge in itself,not forgetting the fact that I was not the ”privileged” elect to attend high end schools.At least when I tell this joke to my mum we can always laugh about it and it helps ease the pain of wanting flashy lives but never attaining it,at least as yet….flashy,huh?I wouldn’t advice on the same as it rips you off of all peace and joy at one point or the other;I mean impressing humans is the hardest duty you could ever implicate on your life…and that my dear pepa treader is what flashy is all about,cuz it is meant to be seen on the outside not withstanding the strain and tear it crypts on the inside.
Anyway,forgive my digressions dear treader,sometimes they help me place the sketches more aptly.Back to what to write about as I poised earlier,my friend and younger brother from another mother tells me to write about him.He is only three days younger than me but relishes it like a boy who just got a new ball after asking for dad for it for years.Am sure the day he sees my balding head he will be in heaven.
Writing about him is no headache but thing is we have been away from each other for a cry of eight years now.We met back in 2007,I was just reporting to Campus for my first year and being this tiny little boy I saw him as a Goliath the first time I walked down those corridors.Mum asked me if I was sure I would survive college life with such huge persons around me.I smiled and laughed about it as I told her that non of that really mattered and that the most important bit was that tiny me had finally made it to college despite all hurdles prior.She smiled and then looked at me seriously then reminded me to study hard,I was 18 then and felt like I could always hold my own and din’t need mama’s protection no more.
So yes,see,penning down the sketches of a friend you’ve stayed away from 8 years can be a pain in the fingers but replaying those memories now you realize why they became your friends in the first place.
I walked from my campus cubicle in a towel as I headed to the washrooms.We always passed through the television area(The idea of a television room available in every dorm for me was exciting as I wasn’t used to such luxuries).He sat there watching the TV and for some strange reason I always found him there:had me confused for sometime as I wondered if he did the controlling of the set,I mean back in high school we had entertainment prefects who had the right and control of entertainment sets even the TV and maybe it wasn’t any different here….But mistaken I was as I came to discover after a time that he loved news,who honestly loves the news?I guess am not a trends person so in my mind it takes quite some time to fully make pace,huh?
Asked him what he was watching and he enlightened me that the set was free to everyone and anyone who got there first.Next thing I recall is we were headed to the Mess together with a second acquaintance from the lakeside of whom they were roommates;this second one,Abraham had a love for huge speakers and loud music,blew his first HELB funding on a woofer and its sub and a computer just for music,college was going to teach me a lot of unusual living to say the least.Going to the Mess for breakfast,lunch and dinner together became almost a ritual as our numbers grew from three to four,five and at some time before meeting Dave I lost count.Git to a point the first person to get there always did a full order for all of us.
Going with him however was more fun especially when the lines were full and everyone was scramming for the little entrance to the cashier’s and then through the serving area;it all makes sense now why the serving area was always mapped out like a prison cafe,I mean,young students can be rascals especially after realizing a little air of ”freedom” suddenly handed to them.He was huge,twice my size in both weight and height,and he was unmovable when he held the rails and barriers,you swot like a he goat on heat trying to tango him and eventually gave up.(This imagery is worth watching from the sidelines).
Each time I tell people that nothing is a coincidence they think am bluffing and just lucky but truth be told,it is all written as the wanderer puts it.Picture this,I studied in the Nyanza region of Kenya ever since I was a little boy,was taught to speak their language with a cane and learnt it all without knowing,he studied in the coastal region in his younger years and ended up in Nyanza for his high school and here we met in Juja telling the same tales of Nyanza like it was all knitted in our DNA.That now my dear treader is no coincidence but pure design,a design that only the Almighty could come up with.Just before I forget,reporting days to campus became the hallmark as we would make sure we all reported on the same day and not get shoved around at the reporting queues,girls included;and you wonder why he had pretty ladies hovering around him.
I can never explain how this friendship grew but it just happened as all true friendships do not based on any tangible reason or purpose but on mutual trust and respect.He did a Bsc course in Physical science while I did a Bsc in Biochemistry but somehow our paths always linked.I remember this one time my Zoology unit of study 101 offered us a trip to the coast and both he and Abraham dove on the ride like they belonged yet not even being a part of this class.The trip was eccentric to say the least,devoid of study and filled with joy that only a little campus lad could ever narrate.
We once joined the gym together and he could do heavy weights,at some point however he grew lazy and quit but I had to strain on(gym without motivation can be hard and when your motivation is another human and not from within it gets even harder)…I don’t regret it however as it put me in shape to last me for half a decade.Here we are today and speaking to him it seems just like yesterday.I now see that there are bonds that can’t be broken despite space and time,that just as the Almighty designed it we too must be willing to fit and work within it,why you may ask but even I might not be able to give quite an elaborate answer as such.What I know however is that the beauty it breeds is always true and unmatched.
Reminds me of a time I had travelled to the coast for the first time on my own after clearing campus;he was the second person to receive me after my then ex girlfriend(I had a girlfriend at that tender age?hahaha)Don’t look at me funny,I din’t do those things you know?This you see my dear treader are the highlights of true friendships without favors or anticipations.
It has been long but he has been there,always reading even the silliest of sketches and forwarding better reads to help me improve my writing.A most useful piece I remember he sent was one called,”No valentine”.This came in just at the right time when my heart was falling apart in tiny pieces,wish I would call them sketches though sketches are only sketches when they come together and not when they fall apart.
So speaking to him today I am delighted at what life has turned out for him,having acquired a job at the ports authorities and shifted over time;work has not defined his personality but rather played a roll in his growth,an attribute most of us lack and wane out of in most cases;the huge Bphase I once knew is no longer huge,he has gotten rid of all the baby fat in a rigorous routine of discipline,self love and self discovery,he has overcome the big man name and grown into the man he always wanted to be,he jokingly tells me he wants to be able to run five kilometers in less than 30mins and feel like he was walking from the bathroom to his bed.A photo of him standing before a rising sun chiseled out by the regular jogs tells bits and pieces of the story,only it leaves out the essentials of his big heart.
This is quite a change in my perspective and a challenge as such since the same person who knew what movie series was out when and would sit up all night to watch tells me he prefers to get enough rest at night.
Not that family has kicked in yet but the value of self has taken root more;asking him about a relationship he has always been evasive and told me to marry first and pave the way being days older,hahahah…Today however,his self confidence is well boosted and he can choose truth over sugar coats.He was tossed to another by a lady he totally admired and respected but being the man he has molded himself the same lady desires to come back,if asked for my opinion,I would say this smells like a smelly fish and truth be told I don’t like any fish let alone a smelly fish…..It doesn’t matter however since the biggest achievement in life should always be to discover who you truly are and thereafter go for what you truly desire and this I believe is his path now.
He has always had a big laugh when he means it and a moody side when all was wrong but deep down he has been an amazing friend.I look forward to seeing him in a week at Dave and Morena’s wedding hoping he ain’t the camera man as my two left feet won’t so much enjoy being recorded as they left step away on the dance floor.
Cheers to many blessed days ahead Bphase.