Suddenly,you have a light bulb moment.You’re dissappointed at first.You realize your jewel-blue paradise hosts other guests today.You’re not alone.Then a mist of marijuana scent drifts towards you and you’re glaaaad..
Misery,after all,loves company..
It’s like a young beach.Fresh from the lake though,not the ocean.Not the one you find blondes in bikinis lying on their backs.Not the one you find everyone in raybans and swimsuits.The boats lolling in the distance rock cradle-like,and again you get the feeling that the little lake wants to lull you.If you could read the script,it would probably just say two words a hundred,hundred and thousand times;never leave….
As you approach the black sand you notice a few women washing dishes and clothes at the shore.A child pretending to swim at the shallows.Light waves.A small sufuria is slowly floating away from the shores inwards.I don’t know whether the owner has noticed yet.Am confused about the naming because as most people call it Soddom,some call it Mombasa ndogo.But am guessing you already know what happens here.Soddom and Gommorah?Mombasa raha?.Yeah….
Everyone is high here always.Am thinking maybe just to numb the burning tips of their brains.It’s a small ghetto at the shores of a smaller lake Victoria.
A huge spliff is passed from some rather rougher hands according to hustle rules.It’s sweetly rolled in a gazette.Though am glad they have rizzla paper over here these days.Am already halfway in the zone and story begins to come along.These guys are fishermen by the way.
“Man,you know after all I’d rather work down here inside these lakes.I hear up here on land work can be quite difficult sometimes.” One of them says.
But why would he say such a thing?.Is he trying to say it’s easier to be a fisherman than work out here in the dry lands?.
“But then again it’s all the same.huku ndani venye mwenye boat hutunyanyasa ndo venye naskia wahindi wadoss hunyanyasa mrahia huku nje.”
Am quiet.And the converstion goes on,about how sometimes the storm comes and the boat capsizes and they sink but when the boat owner comes at the scene the first thing he wants to know is whether the boat is safe,whether the fish are still secure,If the net is still functional….and nothing about the lives of the fishermen…
One said one interesting thing though.
“Yeye anakujia mali yake tu.Na juu sisi nayo ni mali ya mungu sisi tubaki na Mungu.Wenye Mungu zao wako merciful wataokolewa.”
So by now one thing is for sure,that these guys are not dumb fucks after all.Because the money here is good too.I mean,everyone is talking Ten Gs,Ten thousands and above per night inside these lakes.And from afar you can see that they live fine lives.They’re always high.
The huge blunt has gone all round and now it’s a little pienga that some other professional dude woul have to suffocate in their own way.Am leaving here high and completely aware that in life nothing comes easy.And just maybe noone is so lucky after all.And that everyone has reasons for whatever they do in life.