There’s a place I know where you can fly or fall with your eyes closed.
No, it is not a pub or a bar.
No, they do not serve you changaa, sheesha, weed, or offer you a shot so you can soar to the clouds.
It is a small place with beautiful ocean blue walls and two windows that reveal the world to you. These windows are square and if you try really hard you can squeeze your hand through one of the square meshes and reach out to feel the raindrops it your palm. The window on the right side is my favorite.
You can lift it up and set it aside because someone broke the hinges and it has never been fixed. It reminds me of choices we make in life. Sometimes we wallow in our thoughts so much that the door to a good opportunity remains out of reach to us. Like the window, sometimes you have to lift yourself up and step up to see the view that is your life.
But, it’s not just the windows that I love in this place, it is what a mole would call heaven or their sanctuary.
Sometimes depending on the day of the week and the time of the night, you are treated to confrontations and shouts of joy.
Last week at 3am, I heard Mercy (that’s what he kept calling her) yell at “Babe” for cheating on her with a girl who wore a cheap weave.
“Babe, seriously, what the hell! Kwani hauna taste, I mean, look at me and then her, like her weave is so cheap and you lie to me that you are watching the game, and Babe Kwanza there’s no game… Back off! “
I walked to the window and right there under the moon were two silhouettes, one with hands all over the place and the other trying to hold onto the moving hands. I watched not expecting to see their faces, but to simply listen to their voices.
If you wake up at 3am, do not go back to bed when you’re here.
You’ll miss out on the pub closing it’s doors at 4am and as such fail to see how gravity tortures the drunkards.
You’ll also miss out on the boda bodas who wait to carry these people home. Have you ever seen a drunk person sitting on a motorbike at 4am while singing the National anthem at the top of his voice?
You will also miss out on the young boys, maybe ten or eleven years old who walk home after selling boiled maize all night to people at the bus stop. You will miss their chatter and wonder just when children started being the breadwinners of their families. And as you ponder about this, you will notice that it is almost 5am and there is a school bus making it’s way down the road picking children.
You’ll also miss out on the two trucks that pass by at half past 5am. The first one supplies charcoal to the local establishments and it always plays the BBC Radio Swahili news, reminding you that things are happening in the world as you sleep. The next truck is painted blue and white and it delivers fresh milk for that morning cup of tea that you’d not start the day without.
It’s along the road, and near a public primary school, but what I love most about this place is the fact that it’s been with me for years.
I can always leave but coming back is like being in heaven.
I have met Prince Harry (yes, the one and only Harry, Prince William’s brother) here and we have gone out on dates. I have also met monsters, the headless ones and screamed my lungs off. I have also taken part in the fashion week by dressing up and taking the most glamorous outfits. I have met Leila, Maxwell, Jack and Zora here and sometimes when I think of them, all I have to do is make my way to this place and with time they too will find me.
This place has five plastic storage containers stacked with books that you can read as you wait for breakfast. And when it rains you walk in a zigzag motion so the tiny cold drops that make their way past the roof do not hit you.
Sometimes when I am here, I can see my cousins – Amanda and Jackie getting ready for bed right above me, and Leah fighting with Georgina over which side of the bed she should sleep on. I can see my sister Cheryl covering herself ignoring us and the racket we are causing. And when I close my eyes I can hear my mom saying we had better wake up early for school!
I had to bring you to the one place where I discovered that I could align words to share a moment, voice an opinion, confess a feeling and tell a story. I had to bring you to my bedroom.
Thank you for stopping by, you can leave now…
Seriously, you can leave now (or leave a comment to show you visited)