Dilemma in the absence of money (a graduate)
It’s on a Monday, another day to continue the hustle. My eyes glued to the screen, my fingers busy typing an impressive word on google; Brightermonday, Linkedin, get a job tirelessly with hope this is my day. Shortly a screen pops up in my window; a freelancer needed. Elated I click the window with gusto.
No sooner had I clicked, my phone starts to ring, picking to know who it was, the caller informed me today was my deadline to pay rent. Aarrrgh a ruined day indeed. Am fumbling now with no option but to lie. I am never short of excuses, I promise the landlord by evening I will wire the money.
Back to the computer, I take a glance at the job requirements, alas! Three years of experience is a must. My hopes now have fizzled out. I scroll from one site to the other with no success. Undeterred kukachora kicks in. I recall yesterday I left a balance of fifty shillings in my sportpesa account. This is where I will stake my hope for rent.
After a thorough scrutiny, I place my bet and take a rest. Time goes by at around six o'clock in the evening I decided to check how my bet is doing because I haven’t gotten a congratulation text. To my disillusionment I have lost, frustrations kick in. what will I tell my landlord? How will I survive? Really, is life cruel or am I?
For a moment, an idea of taking a loan in one of the online providers pops in. without wasting time I install the Tala and branch app. Go through their rigorous registration and verification process. After completing a disheartening text pops up. Dear Dan your name is listed in the Credit Reference Bureau (CRB). I had defaulted to pay 1000 shilling I took via M-shwari. Maangaiko kweli.
Its getting late and nothing to cook for dinner. I remember the mama mboga I used to kopa long time ago( I stopped because I escaped with her money) hoping that she will have forgotten and give me some Sukuma wiki on credit.
On the way I meet my former classmate, Juan and the conversation goes like, hey nigga its long umeisha aje brathe….. and with a cowardly voice I reply; ni Maisha man. As we were walking he decides kutoa fomu (to buy drinks). I obliged because this is a chance to forget my woes for a moment.
Mid the drinks am already bragging and shouting YOLO…… to be continued
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