You are furious
He almost broke your arm
He couldn’t wait one moment for you
To withdraw yourself from his car
He is the one who asked for a look anyways
Bastards. They are all bastards.
Now your carrots are sprawled all over the road
Quickly rolling away, retreating
Just as your happiness had.
The sun is high-your shirt is already soaked
And your arm, sore.
Just because he has a middle class car
He thinks he has the right to stop at the roadside market
After a long self indulgent Christmas trip to his ‘homeland’
Waving his overpriced Samsung phone
And demand that you sell your premier carrots, worth at least 100 shillings, at a measly 10 bob price?
What use did he have of the 90, anyway?
Sadists. They are all sadists.
90sh would do you good
Add a couple more zeros, and you would be sorted for a few more months
The noisy hum of the market place infuriates you
You can’t remember the last time you were engulfed in silence,
The last time you were peaceful
Maybe back in your childhood in Nandi Hills
Nowadays, chaos is the order of the day;
And uncertainty, plastic smiles, embarrassing sycophancy for the loud mouthed, middle class Kenyans who almost break your arm on a daily basis
You are supposed to revere those shining examples of what it means to ‘escape from the village’
To live in the city- to make it.
He had a youthful daughter in the backseat,
The girl was not pretty, but she had poise
She was scented, and absorbed in her equally overpriced Smartphone.
You think to yourself:
“That could have been me.”
An envy beyond all imagination engulfs you.
You are good-looking
You still turn heads
And you need no make-up, no perfume, no fashionable clothes.
It gives you some sort of perverse satisfaction
To know that you are much prettier than the daughter of that narcissistic excuse of a man.
The sun beats down on your face
You scrunch up your features in exasperation.
You have grown old- much too old- these past few years.
Would anyone believe you to be 17?
You can’t remember the last time you were peaceful
But you go on…
Life conspires against you,
But you go on.