Just think about all the people you’ve met in your life all the way from kindergarten, primary school, high school, university, early in career colleagues na kadhalika. Hundreds of friends/acquaintances you’ve met and spent time with but will never ever see them again with the exception of a select few.
Does any of you sometimes sit down and think about what became of all those people? The thing is when we are younger, we have this idea in our heads that we will remain friends with those people forever.
Sasa kama mimi I might never see those fuckers again especially now that I moved to Canada. Even before that, I barely ever saw anyone again when I was in Kenya. Na hii dunia kweli sisi ni wasafiri.
By the way kuna recent immigration rules targeted towards people in the construction sector. Chunguza hii story. There’s a severe shortage hii sector na kila siku buildings are growing towards heaven.
Canadian employers are too proud. It’s best that they continue crying that there’s a labor shortage than work on getting it resolved, and advancing the country to wherever. They don’t recognize gold mine in front of their eyes inform of skill. I have overseas experience, a whole decade, but that means nothing to them unless I’ve built 3-4 local houses to completion, or have 1 year local experience of unclogging blocked toilets with recommendations from the local junguu community.
And even after that they will pair me with a 20 year old junguu foreman who knows about the CA house “dimensions” that I wouldn’t know building houses, excavating or repairing railways in UK, AU, and KE, coupled with a 2 year college education from Winnipeg government institution.
That is what is called intentional career discrimination.
Stop wondering, you won’t…Oh, and even if you do, it’ll just be to satisfy your curiosity. Most people aren’t that interesting as adults. Cruel, but true.
Maybe if your a hermit. Kwanza na hii connectivity. Kidogo mtu anakushtuanga out of the blues…kiasi kiasi uko out and about unapatana na mtu least expected…kidogo kidogo una watch news unaona serikali saidia na boy wako ako hapo kando.
I was pondering about that few weeks ..childhood friends ,majirani,classmate and many people i met along the journey.Anyway have hope ,miti haipatani watu hukutana hata kama ni few.Kuna some funny classmates nawatafuta …nawish niwameet we crack jokes..or tukumbuke funny things walifanya kama kuruka face na kushikwa
You’re right. Most of them are losers anyway. I just think it’s crazy that you never get to see them again. My deputy principal in high school used to tell us during parade “you came here alone and you’ll walk out of that gate alone”. Hindsight is 20/20. Goes to show that you shouldn’t worry about being liked because after all, you won’t see anyone again, probably ever.
There were some truly funny characters who I’d also want to know where they ended up. Lakini in most cases you will be disappointed. Those people are a sample of the Kenyan population so don’t be surprised to find out they’re up to nothing. I know people from akina Alliance, Starehe na other schools who are just roaming around Nairobi doing gig after gig with nothing steady.
Lakini sasa hata mtu akikushtua after so many years you just feel like there’s nothing to talk about. You don’t want to find out that your high school buddy is a beggar. Sometimes it’s better to just not look for fear of what you might find out.
Our F4 group are so tenacious that out of the 364 of us, our wossap group has 283. Few guys who felt have become staggeringly wealthy and important left the group, some are not known of their whereabouts and a few are now deceased.
That’s togetherness of 1½ decades.
I recently met one of my highschool’s bully in town, he asked me for handouts, at first I felt bad that he had fallen so low, yet in school he had build this perception of being a rich kid and could get away with anything. He was now a luggage courier, wale hubeba mzigo na trolley kwa stage. I told him to wait I finish some urgent errands I had in Posta then I’ll try get him something kidogo, to eat and drink as we catch up, he said he will return the trolley and tell the boss he wasn’t feeling well. Damn! I thought he owned it. Sikuongea.
Later catching up hapo kwa bar, we discussed job opportunities that he could pursue, I knew one or two people to recommend him to. Kumshikia kanuthu he goes ahead to tell me that he remembers alipiga box yangu butterfly, looking for cash, after he had seen me withdraw it from the school bursar. Back then schools had this weird rules, we’re talking of over 2 decades ago. Anyway after his confession, it’s when it clocked that there was a closing day nilichangisha pesa sana after I lost my pocket money, I even begged teachers after I was left alone in school, ndio nijazilie bus fare. Anyway, nilimaliza beer na food yangu, I paid and walked away, he was just getting started. I blocked him and decided enough with the old boys shenanigans.
Again maybe kama class hamkua tight sana…personally sijawahi story na ex school mates…had some fun times together as students, holiday visits and parties and other adventures and misadventures. Wale kiasi mi hu patana nao si husalimiana kama vets…the memories are priceless enyewe kusaidiana is the way…there is no other way in life…sijui mbona politicians wetu hawaoni hivi.
Usisahau pia people and circustances change…you get you guys were all dreaming of college and fancy white collar jobs…then out of nowhere jamaa anaenda mashinani kuwa mkulima na ako so contented una anza kushangaa huyu ndio ule msee!?
Ni vile mtu amesema we are just passing by dunia ina mwenyewe.
