Man or Male.

Did you know that the harder you try to remember something, the more you tend to forget it? Quite interesting, I know.

 So I'll tell you about this today because I have no plans for bedtime stories anytime soon or around fire stories to the little sunlight's.  So If maybe I decide to keep it to myself and wait for small beauties, then I'll have to keep on remembering it and, well, end up forgetting it over I don't know how many light-years from now.

So today, I was an accomplice and what's even more interesting is that I said a prayer, quite a simple one.

Help us today so we don't get caught.

In the handbook of XY chromosome society, honour dictates that it's earned, being a close relative of respect in the masculine streets, but maybe whoever came up with this social construct must have been on a hunting and gathering trip, and it meant more to earn by working for yours in a land full of wild animals and fruits. A couple of millennials down the line, we replaced wild animals and fruits with money, and it's no longer easily available like its predecessor in an open field, posing a gamble between that respect and, of course, doing what a man got to do to survive. I got the privilege today to experience it first-hand in a quest for moral respect and, of course, the weight of a pocket accompanied by manly ego and self-taught guilt. 

My boy is moving out, going back to square one, or should I say ground floor, to start restructuring his life and find a new trajectory; of course, he was up staying on the fourth floor; you can imagine those fancy places with balconies, you can see the whole of Kenyatta university, by now am sure you know it's definitely in that dusty KM and can never be the fancy wendani or membly, from there it's hard to see KU. So he's done with the queen's set 8-4-4 system, and on that added some morals to his brainy parts that am sure today he realized that we'll, they don't hold much, and it's never that serious.

About my little prayer, I didn't mention to whom or what I did address it, but the truth is, how do you address it to the supreme that the first law is never to lie or commit a crime, so I turned and addressed it to the winds and spirits in it, that carry our messages long across the dry lands, and empty pockets and all I wished for was that the caretaker staying at the gate to get some I don't know what, but not to think of intercepting our well-planned crime or even the noise of our struggles down the four floors not to  get to the owner miles away, yeah he has some CCTV installed, maybe he's watching, and it would be quite devastating after three or four trips of getting the stuff out to meet him at the entrance with that;

You thought you could get away with my money, young man? in the first quarter of the night? officer weka hao ndani.

I know you are waiting for this, of course; I had a plan if all this goes south and we get caught; yeah, I'll be that cart guy and in a hurry, because I'm getting late and my wife is waiting for me at home so bro, "why didn't you tell me in the first place that you are trying to run away with this guy's rent. Man, I'll leave you guys to sort your issues. Let me go home". I had it all figured out and even practised the expressions on the balcony minutes before the moving van came. Btw did I mention in all these, as we were busy trying to get away rent-free, we didn't even have the 2500 shillings in cash to pay the driver, and all my guy, quite an optimistic one, had in mind was, I'll be making some calls on our way, but first let's get out of this hell hole. It must take some guts if you ask me, like what if the guy now decides you have to pay before departure. But trust me, winds also have ears and respond to requests of "pure, innocent" souls.

Back at home, our old man for sure also was in that moral line of, "I don't know how to tell this guy the deal is your pack and run as fast as possible down those four floors and out of that compound to I don't know where, because boy, I have no cash and I want you back here".

I bet it ran through like, 

what will this boy think of me? What image will I be painting for this young mzee?

Funny enough, his boy had it all figured out already; trust me, I had nothing to do with all this; I'm the good one.

It's a little off trying to think of the older man fighting his morals and praying to the wind to carry his wishes to his bald son, a few kilometres to pack and run.

 like come on old man, he has your genes, so definitely he has it inscribed in him, that in such times we run, and as fast, making least noise like a cat all to safety, safety hear being, back home rent-free.

So the moving guy hoots at the gate, and we can hear it way up; this is our time to 'shine', and the hustle begins, with trips up down carrying weights twice my size down the small stairs btw what's with the landlord with utilizing every space and end up making middle size balconies, stairs, bathrooms, and kitchen, the idea of a camel through the eye of the needle was just a heavenly thing. It's insanely impossible practically, now, trying to fix a man like Obu through such troubles as he runs for his life escaping with some 8gs month rent is absurd and complicates his crime.

 It took us like 10 minutes to move everything down. I was sweating and heavy on breaths like an elephant in a sprint race. Of course, I was irritated; what's with men with millions of clothes but always in old grey pants and some angry-looking shoes yet having suitcases of clothes or am just hard on my boy yet he's never disposing of the stuff they no longer using a type of guy and now he happens to have his primary and high school stuff, must be quite an attachment though. Still, I must complain; it gave me quite some work. Did I mention he had just bought my muscle with some doughnuts over coffee at the shopping centre hours before show time—quite a low price for my service. But in our XY field, we call it having brothers back.

The wind did hear my little insane prayer, and 20 minutes later, my boy was off, guilt on his face, and as he shook my hand to bid me my see you soon brother, we don't say that btw, I'm just writing because I can't draw it and inserting a video, that's another word. I could see them; I'm not proud of this brother, I'm going to make it right someday, for now, let me get to safety. But am always too judgy, maybe in his mind was like cheers to the indomitable.

 

I am happy it went through, but it was funny, of course, and I sat, trying to question the line between morals and real life. We all face these tough times, but trust me, the best way always works out, so next time relax and trust me, this was the right time; oh, there's karma, so I'll take back my idea and tell you, Do what you can when you can, let karma do her Karmas' stuff later, I believe she too can hear our humble request like the gentle winds and go easy on our payback.

To be continued......