Its Saturday morning .
You put on that shirt dress and just before you leave one braincells shouts, how are you carrying the same bag you've carried the entire week? You are slaying.
You step back and think aah, I own a sling bag so let me change. And changing you do.
Arise and shine, its Sunday and being a mom baby don't know nothing about no sling bag (Insert Carole sound voice) you got to carry the baby bag. Fully packed with extra,infact two sets of clothes, diaper, food, water and other baby essentials but you somehow find a mini pocket for your bible, phone and wallet.
You sleep for three minutes after ironing your weekly handkerchiefs and boom its Monday, 7AM. I said Monday 7AM. The day the good Lord has made, but were it your boss being asked she'd probably say only lethargic people wake up at 7 on a monday we thank God its not in her docket to command mornings.
You almost carry the baby bag to work but hey, it is Monday and Mondays are for meetings and nobody in heels carries a baby bag.
Remember that last week handbag which you didn't even remember to dust off? You go back to it and because all your braincells slept as you did, they don't remind you of the coin pouch you slid into your sling bag which had your office key. Braincells 🙄
You kiss the sleeping little one goodbye and you are out ready for the day.
You strut your way through the Unified Poa queue(Guys people in Githurai Queue)
You are excited, you got the seat you wanted , thingbwith being the one near the bus window you decide when and how long the bus will have a flow of fresh air?
Around safari park the Kange gets up and begins doing what he came to work to do. You see him a few seats ahead and because your mama said always be ready you reach out for your wallet, damnit, You forgot it in the baby bag. See, at 7Am
Braincells were dreaming. The memory of your wallet wasn't in their to-do morning list .
You enter rest knowing you have a savior by the name 'coin pouch'. Infact, you even pay attention to Maina kageni selling you some land on the Eastern bypass
before the makanga gets to you and getting he gets. You begin the Handbag ransack.
The conductor gives you your space, you do the abra kadabra in your bag , nothing.
The guy seated next to you is an amazing man, well raised in a loving home. You know the homes that had "Christ is the head of this home" wall hanging as both an interior decor piece and as a guide for the family? Exactly. He probably is a first born . Githurai men are a rare breed. He asks to help you pay off your transport, #sigisteshillings. Say, manna from heaven!
He knows humans forget, moreso those from Githurai.
He is easy . Thank you is all you can say because no braincell is awake to remind you its courteous to ask his name.
Around Utalii, the bell ringing braincells is up and hey he (yes he) comes with some good news.
"Mpesa yako haikosangi kakitu, ni nini, rudishia huyo jamaa sigiste zake"
True to 'he's word there's a clean 'one twedi 'shillings.
If lazy cell had woken up, you'd be able to address the kind hearted gentleman by his name but hey girl code instructs if you don't know people especially kind people from Githurai by name call them "my dear"
You ask to refund him.
Boy is too bougie for your 100 .Khaki wearers are bougie in nature though. He plays cooler than Nivea boys.
You are in Ngara and your colleagues are blowing up your cell phone.
You alight and walk to the CBD. Traffic is good at times people, it gets you walking.
The elevator gets you to the seventh floor (another 7) 😏
On normal Mondays, you hug your colleagues but on this abnormal one nothing but communal greetings.
Season 2 of Handbag Ransack is here.
You reach out for the pouch, again! Stupid ,right?
Quick fix.
Call mama Wa Chai to serve them along the corridors as you Bolt home. You can get away with it. You are HR anyway.
Ladies, Do not let no cell decide what bag you ought to carry on what day. Do You Boo
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