A lot of things surprise me but it wasn't always like that.I guess I've been through a lot and experienced even more so there is a small percent left in me for surprises...read on maybe you're also just like me,,..you're just not surprised either about some things and maybe you'll seek out to find out why.
My mind is like a beehive when it comes to thinking..well obviously this includes constant awareness of what is going on around me and so my story begins..
I was in the CBD shopping for a dress and I ended up passing time staring and studying a man seated on the concreteslabs opposite the cylindrical hotel opposite kimathi street.He was slowly drawing a crowd.Curious to find out but self concious about being seen standing at this 'tao kamkunjis', I opted to stand across the road.It wasn't the perfect view but I noticed the man was well dressed, so I dismissed him as being those street preachers or good actors.
As I turned to walk away,I was jolted back to my initial position with a growl,ok maybe it was more like a howl from twilight or the man just let out a cry that got many frozen..I almost giggled at the situation(me and my twisted sense of humor).The man was crying infront of the whole crowd.Com'n Its always awkward for someone to cry infront of a public and for a man to do smack in the middle of one the busiest streets, I was going to stand there and see what would unfold..Forget the dress,my date that day would have to be content with seeing me in jeans.
A lady walked past me,tapped me on the shoulder and told me to keep moving coz conmen like him were really good at this acting deal. A gentleman resounded her sentiments by saying "huyo ashikwe tu,ati ameibiwa kila kitu na hakumbuki yeye ni nani?uongo!!
Looking at them walk past me switched something in me,it wasn't the fact that they were now exchanging stories of similar experiences,it was the absolute lack of sympathy they displayed,..laughing and joking about how they would find him on another street with the same story and even the same clothes
.
He might have been playing the crowd, hooping that some sucker would reach for their hard earned money and help..or maybe he was telling the truth..I will never know I was among the peoplewho walked on,focusing on what concerned me...my dress.
Its become so easy to ignore the possibilities that a stranger could need our help,especially with money. We briskly walk past beggars in the CBD,we judge them for making their children beg on the streets and we've become pros at telling each one of them 'kesho,kesho' ...
I'm not suprised that I am one of those people that walk away, walk past and have replaced the word never with 'kesho toto' ...no suprise there..none..
My mind is like a beehive when it comes to thinking..well obviously this includes constant awareness of what is going on around me and so my story begins..
I was in the CBD shopping for a dress and I ended up passing time staring and studying a man seated on the concreteslabs opposite the cylindrical hotel opposite kimathi street.He was slowly drawing a crowd.Curious to find out but self concious about being seen standing at this 'tao kamkunjis', I opted to stand across the road.It wasn't the perfect view but I noticed the man was well dressed, so I dismissed him as being those street preachers or good actors.
As I turned to walk away,I was jolted back to my initial position with a growl,ok maybe it was more like a howl from twilight or the man just let out a cry that got many frozen..I almost giggled at the situation(me and my twisted sense of humor).The man was crying infront of the whole crowd.Com'n Its always awkward for someone to cry infront of a public and for a man to do smack in the middle of one the busiest streets, I was going to stand there and see what would unfold..Forget the dress,my date that day would have to be content with seeing me in jeans.
A lady walked past me,tapped me on the shoulder and told me to keep moving coz conmen like him were really good at this acting deal. A gentleman resounded her sentiments by saying "huyo ashikwe tu,ati ameibiwa kila kitu na hakumbuki yeye ni nani?uongo!!
Looking at them walk past me switched something in me,it wasn't the fact that they were now exchanging stories of similar experiences,it was the absolute lack of sympathy they displayed,..laughing and joking about how they would find him on another street with the same story and even the same clothes
.
He might have been playing the crowd, hooping that some sucker would reach for their hard earned money and help..or maybe he was telling the truth..I will never know I was among the peoplewho walked on,focusing on what concerned me...my dress.
Its become so easy to ignore the possibilities that a stranger could need our help,especially with money. We briskly walk past beggars in the CBD,we judge them for making their children beg on the streets and we've become pros at telling each one of them 'kesho,kesho' ...
I'm not suprised that I am one of those people that walk away, walk past and have replaced the word never with 'kesho toto' ...no suprise there..none..
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