it is my wish.

hey y'all

I have a confession to make. No, i am not cannibal nor do i stalk people on peepholes. Its more of a wish.

 I wish i had the opportunity to sit in the co-driver's seat, mom or dad on the wheel.
then we would drive around town, discuss the other mad drivers on the road when they make a careless turn, (apparently all drivers are mad) 

we would spot wardrobe malfunctions, wardrobe geniuses, laugh at people whose heels just snapped off, spot the all time hilarious Kenyan behaviour.
 stop to admire something on a countryside road and take all the time we want, stop to buy fruits on a roadside market, stop to pee at my own pleasure, take a peaceful nap when the rain pounded and we are stuck in traffic ( there is no traffic where i come from, even on the rainiest of days), i would not mind carrying a heavy jacket for fear of having to carry it everywhere with me, i would have a chance to carry my favourite CDs to the car, maybe at times fight with my sisters on who chooses the radio station or who hid Who's CD.

 Me and my sisters would sing along loudly to our fave lyrics, i would pressure my parents into incorporating a certain car design, a certain type of rims (yes i know about em rims), on weekends, we would pull the hose-pipe out to have a car wash; then pressure my dad to pay us for saving him a trip to the car-wash. we would do this on a sarturday when the sun is up and play with the water as we turn the whole volume up. when we go to upcountry, we would not mind carrying my granny's half shamba of products.

we still do that, but its not from the comfort of a front car seat.

I don't mind using matatus, i like the passenger dramas  and conductor behaviour.
sometimes i dont mind the blaring music, the common sites of drunk, youth from a night-out, i always avoid sitting next to a mama with 5 kids, or a man who is a Know- it-all on a long distance, or the one who buys everything edible on the road; boiled eggs, boiled maize, roasted maize, sugarcane and beneath his sit is a carton with noisy quails.

I would so much enjoy driving tutorials from dad, they would let me drive and i would panic when i spot highway patrol but would put on a brave show as i  tightly hold onto the wheel, i would give kila mtu a stern look to make sure they buckle-up.

I would borrow the car to go for lunch with friends and dad would joke about me fuelling it, then i would have to charge my friends to cover fuel hehehe. my friends would plead with me to give them a chance at the wheel, i would bore them with safety measures; they would still love me anyway. 

i do not see it as a failure on anyone's part, i see it as a craving that awaits satisfaction. I will work to get an awesome car in future, and i sincerely hope my babies, will savoir the moments.i know i sound like a kid. i am my parents' kid.

*notjustsaying


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love carol