EDWIN KIPTANUI CHIRCHIR firstname.lastname@example.org email@example.com
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are days you wake up in the morning and you sense that the Devil is alive,
kicking and seriously working on your case. Take for example recently when I
woke up at 8:30 am feeling like it was on a Saturday, only to discover that it
was on a Wednesday!
I almost wept and you all know that because of his
pride, an African man rarely weeps because he has been made to believe that
weeping is unmanly.
With the painful and outright disgusting realization that it
was Wednesday, came the realization that I was late for work and the lesson I
was supposed to attend to was already halfway through. Since I teach grownups
who carry mobile phones to class, it was only natural that the moment I
switched on my phone, I should find a few missed calls from my students and a
number of messages to go with them, messages which screamed, "Sir, we are
waiting for you!" or "please, we have a lesson. Are you coming?"
What follows next for me is an attempt to salvage a situation
which kept mutating from bad to worse and then worst! I quickly
warm some water on the gas burner but as I carry the hot water to the bathroom,
I trip and spill all of it on the dusty floor and that leads to another task
which involves getting a rag and mopping the flooded floor and after that, being
contented with cold water for a shower and for those of you who have been to
Eldoret, you know how torturous and traumatizing it is to take a cold shower
during the cold season.
I still end up in the bathroom, but this time with cold water
and some 'obese' Geisha soap. I predictably and cautiously start by washing my
head and immediately I finish applying soap all over my hair and face, the
Geisha soap slips out of my hands, into the toilet bowl and down the drain. In
the ensuing commotion, as I try to save the soap, I accidentally step on the
basin and -oops!- the water spills again.
I blindly fumble around and open the water tap to fetch more
water, only to realize that ELDOWAS (the company supplying us with water) has
already started their routine, but unfortunate water rationing.
I fumble around somemore to find a towel to wipe off the now, almost
drying soap from my hair and face.
It is now evident that I will not make it for the first
lesson. I sit on my bed, take a deep breath and try to calm down and re-evaluate
my life's goals. I would really have loved to cry at this point but then, men
do not cry, do they?
I thereafter try to make some tea and as the teapot is
humming beautifully in unison with the boiling tea, I realize that I have no
sugar. I could have sworn by my knees that I bought sugar just the other day.
There was no way I could have run out of sugar that soon. As I frantically
search for the sugar on the shelf above the gas burner, I accidentally knock
down a container containing salt and it lands right inside the tea pot.
Apparently, I had not replaced the lid of the salt container as tightly as it
should be and I ended up with salty tea. That technically meant that the
mission to make tea had officially been aborted.
there was some consolation. I could still take my bread without tea. I reach
out for the cotton bag containing the bread, my last hope for the day, only for
a dirty and well fed rat to emerge and disappear into some small crack on one
corner of the room. Apparently, the bastard and his relatives had been feeding
on my bread for the whole night. I lost my appetite.
I was left stranded, with no breakfast and no water to shower.
It was also impossible for me to get water from my neighbours (those who had
water tanks in their houses) because all of them had already left to run their
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