so now, i'm back. i'm back home. i'm finally back home. after nine months. i got so emotional when the plane touched down. i know people have been away for longer but still. getting out of the plane... did you guys know that Kenya has a "smell"? it does. not like a stenhc, just a smell. that's what greeted me at the airport. i know i'll lose all my street cred for this next sentence but, the firtst thing i heard through the intercom at JKIA was "Karibuni Kenya mabibi na mabwana..." i couldn't fight the tears. i was so happy. hearing guys talking on swa, and that swa having kikuyu and luo and kale accents, the rusty luggage trolleys, the arrogant airport clerks, some random trying to get me to buy a suffericom line at 200bob (yeah, suffericom, apparently that's what the locals are calling it these days) it was theraputic.
SA was okay, just okaym nothing extra ordinary but towards the end of the year i needed to get away, i needed to get away so bad. i was tired of how they didn't have goat meat, how beef was so expensive, how all they locals thought i was south african and always talked to me in xhosa, how all the houses looked the same, how the streets were never crowded, how the clubs always played kwaito... i could go on for a minute, but i won't, i'm sure ya'll get the point.
being home... there's nothing it. the traffic, the wreckless driving, the potholes, the atmosphere, seeing psyched friends, eating chapos drinking Kenyan tea, seeing cool bill boards, funny adverts, how the javz don't stop operating at night,the cheap internet rates with zain and Orange, (i'm totally zaining now) it's great to be back people!!!
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You know, reading this just goes to show that you do not need some intellectual terminologies to display your patriotism. I feel the joy emanating from the simplicity of these words.
Indeed, no place like home!
Wei! Are you tryna say that my words weren't intelectual? Lol! It's AWESOME to be back!
aww thsi posting has just epitomized the meaning of the word Nostalgia....good for you makign me wel up inside ,eating Mc Fries Chips and sausages walking on Moi Ave to Ambassador during rush hour,holding my bag tyt issibiwe...the list is endless...East South West there is no place like home
U rait, there is no place laik home. The total non cohesion everywhere is wat meks it al elegant.
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