My black mamba

Evening again-amber lurid golden sunbeams bidding the day goodbye, a silhouette of what had transpired through out the day

Upper primary school kids buzzing all over with some sibilant voice as they conversed incessantly

And to those few kids whose parents assumed total responsibility or let's say it's just being paranoid and bothered to meet their children at the gate did so-called this is a fiction no lie it never happened, and if it did not in my primary school

To those few-fuzzy to the teachers but to them excellent thinkers who on weekends would weed on some farms or burn charcoal to get some money were all over the small kiosks which sold chapatis 

You know I loved chapatis as we all did -until later in my late teens that I realized it was not some precious food but a survival, you get what I'm talking about; with some little madondo and a day is gone

Money surpasses everything  even a minion of Son of Man; Judas sold Him for as little as 30 silver, mind you just cauterizing meres trees or hiding from the parents to go weeding? 

Look at your mind now, make it sharp not this blunt-i mean literal weeding

This time round the weather is aberrant, clouds pregnant,winds swaying any tree they could come about. There is one thing that amazes me about wind, its intrinsic force and motivation and indomitable power to do the unthinkable; Just imagine how this little village-defined according to technology- would be. Everyone's prana and aura emanating nothing else but a pure astrals of wellness, honesty, inner will, power and motivation as William Atkinson would say

A world I dream of

The interested students would notice the clouds were-allow me to use my old cliché phrase I used to in primary-pregnant,dark and would deliver anytime sooner 

The scent of wet ground was dorminant-this reminds me of my friend who loves this crazly; it would be a perfect background scent for proposal

I was on my little 'black mamba'- right now it do seem little but then it was a monster, a coveted possession and coming with it to school was a milestone on its own

Permission had to be sought from the headteacher and I'm pretty sure if the school afforded a photocopier a letter was the next thing

This was a jewel, an adorable gem and it was the climax of 'making it' in the school

First you had to please those big bully class eight students and give them some ride to satisfaction 

Ain't malevolent though, they thought deepening the voice with expansion of larynx, broadening of the shoulders and a little surge in testerone levels was all life could offer-veraciously I didn't know what caused all these changes until later I learnt it was a chemical produced in the body with same structure of that of cholesterol but little difference in stereochemistry if the carbon atoms

But Bohem in his rhapsodies brings us to notice that there is more in this life's table- no wonder it's claimed life starts at 40- I'm searching for this boys as I halsen they're still boys to now and have a word with them; a help would be appreciated 

After appraisal from these henchmen and of course which came with its own certificate packaged with numerous punctures and some missing spokes. It marvels me to this point where and how these spokes got lost for till now none  has lost-but you know these boys considered themselves the student's spokespeople, so? 

The wheels would be unalligned- I heard my ethics teacher say something about practising intellectual honesty so lemme put it to a case scenario; I don't know what this was but I heard it from the self-taught and proclaimed mechanic who pronounced it in some weird-to you not to me-it accent. All in all he knew what he meant

The journey from the mechanic was a long one than you can even think of - you had to process thousands of presentation in your little brain and give momma an explanation; and of course you know our mothers few canes wouldn't do an harm

Actually yesternight I wanted to revisit all this but the courage failed me- but I think I'll one of this fine days

Owning a black mamba came with an extra burden/responsibility depending on who bred you and what they hold to; you became a courier service provider-G4S and likes of Fargo would do envy- and drop each bag to their respective homesteads as you head home 

These bags weren't the ones you would think of-kingsize back bag pack from King's collection or those monkey bags conversant with campus bachelorette who know each crack and cranny of their friend's houses; I won't specify which type of buddies

These were convertible bags- you see those 5kg flour bags sealing maize flour particularly jogoo which is always embedded in my mind when a flour brand comes up-these bags would fit exercise books, a lunch box and a water bottle for few who thought drinking water daily was a deal

These lunch boxes weren't the cosy ones in our market right now but a modification of those used kimbo containers - all in all worms got something at lunch time and you also got a chance to make friendship with this- don't ask me how though

LOL, and the little pretty angels;you became a point of charm instantaneously creating an odium between them. I had become a point of attraction as bees are to a strongly nice scented roses though this time they were little and I was too; but wait,  help me did I hear someone call them queen bee machine?

If all these came with owning a simple, ugly little old black mamba(order of adjectives wasn't my cup of coffee, nilikuwa nimezitea) what of something bigger? Don't judge me,when you're an amputee you cry for a complete leg; when you're  bipedal a babouche was your wish but even after owning it, a visit to the shoe shop won't do any detriment 

All these the psychologists are yet to unravel of the  homo sapiens nous

Imagine owning a bigger machine;engine with 617HP, V8 4.4l and 750 nm, with acceleration of 0-62 mph in 3.8 sec and a top speed of 180mph. Oops!Mwaniki come down it doesn't have to be this too personal let's introspect that later 

Or let's not be that ambitious as I heard someone discuss my governor Alfred,let's just talk about owning a simple Vitz. Lemme tell you about a Vitz, a small car which when I was in primary school with my naiveness envisioned that by the 3rd year in campus I would have acquired from the disbursed loan from HELB- little did I know; or let's not talk about that;how this money vanishes it's unexplainable I guess safaricom data does really stay for longer

This time I wasn't conversant with the world, with my credulity I believed in the conformed standards of living, simple life and being happy; I reckoned that gay was a sophisticated word for happiness and lesbian as it's pronounced as you all know is the capital city of Portugal -and that was all life encompassed

Back to this small car as Sam says- okay if you don't know Sam then ask Siri- when it gets stuck, a little application of arimis would keep the journey moving or as I'm a doctor; some pair of forceps would be of use and you get going

I can only conjecture what would come with it; I need your piece of mind.