Sunday, August 5, 2012
This week. I’ve had the same amount of highs and lows. They ended up canceling each other so I don’t feel much difference. You know when you experience exhilarating moments then have to cope with deepest of the deepest ones. And in your mind songs like- away from the sun,3 doors and six feet from the edge, Creed. And you try to force good thoughts by Colby Cailat but it doesn’t stick, you actually donno the lyrics? Yep.
First my internet connection decided to siphon every single cent that went into the modem. I was quite angry, I even changed to a different network which I’m yet to understand the workings but everyone has been telling me Orange is great. It might be, but their internet customer care isn’t that great.
I got a cheque for some work I slaved for last month. For two weeks I thought that money had drunk the water(I wouldn’t receive it). The contact I wrote it for died before the project was finished. When someone dies with your debt, you are not so sure whether to pursue it or first send condolences.
Then I had the worst pms that had me cursing Adam and Eve, the cold weather and the lack of menstrual Panadol around here, the pink ones, yeah.
But I had another high, connecting with a long lost loved one.
Then when I thought all was going great I got the big idea to cook hard maize githeri. I bought a can of maize, a can of charcoal and set it to boil around 5pm. Lets just say it was not even ready the following morning. I’ve been feeding on that for the rest of the week for various reasons. It tasted better today.
It’s exciting to be away for two weeks, I’m going away for two weeks. Perhaps when I’m back I’ll be more balanced. I’m worried about leaving Mooze and Kajuju. Especially Mooze, he’s become quite dependent on me. Typical mama’s boy.
I should have let the week end but I had to open my mouth and tell someone I now a place she could find work. This woman I buy oranges from needs someone to help her with cooking chapatti, githeri, bhajia. So I asked can I bring someone. Yes yes, please. She forgot to mention the person has to be hearing!
I felt the disappointment deep in me, as my deaf friend tried to smile knowing very well she had been turned down coz shez deaf. The feeling I had was a similar to one time I really needed a job and was asking about. My classmate Kim said they needed waiting staff at the café she worked.
I didn’t pursue it, but she told me again that her boss was waiting for me. We agreed a date and I went in to ask for Mr. Mumbo Jambo. Why was I looking for him? He wanted to know.
I’m here for the job?
I said stting down. It was clear I wouldn’t get it. Kim forgot to mention I was black.
So Mr. MJ tells me a long story about the many people on the list for consideration. You’re Kenyan, my wife is from Uganda. And how he was going to AFRICA next month.
Could you bring me a pack of tea when you get back? I asked with a smile that had a different shape behind.
It happened enough times that when our good natured student counselor mentioned jobs available for students, we simply clicked a tab to update our status.
Discrimination is a sad issue.
So I’m kinda mad, for my neighbor playing loud music too on a Sunday evening. Teenagers!
Posted by Ciss at 11:11 AM