They slay their fury tails left then right nipping at grass (if any) and the scarce leaves on young trees they come across. This is foreign, a land they aren’t used to. Busy cars with busier people, life in the suburbs. Driving through Thika road, it’s not hard to spot them. Assuming these sides, sheep are hard to come by. By sheep, I mean the actual four-footed animals, then again classifying drunkards crawling back home in wee hours in the same category works all the same. Your choice. Excuse my thoughts.
These sides, it’s hard to come by — sheep. Now sheep that are blemish white? That’s a case for missing pets from a ranch in Nanyuki. There must be a reward to bring them home without a dot of the sewage flowing through the Nairobi environs scarring their perfection. Just in case, where should I file the missing sheep report? Not that Nairobians care, we size up the best for catching up with friends through some Nyama Choma. Let me not get started at the sudden increase in price for a kg. At this rate, we might stock up our saliva for corporate events serving this dish. I do wonder though, whether these sheep like the taste of grass in boogie places in Karen more than what they’ve found themselves scrapping for — Kidero grass et al. And that’s a genuine concern for my zigzag crazy brain. It’s a wonder, I’m driving up towards Mathare, I might just end up signing in. But what am I to do in this economy? It’s better to be a sheep (boozed up all night at a dingy bar) than wonder where next month’s rent will come from, not that the current one is better. One way or another, ending up in a mental institution seems to beckon. Better heading there for legit reasons. It’s Kenya for you, mental health is errghhh …. uummm … not a cause for concern. Shame!
They are a loyal bunch, these beasts (not the drunkards). To them, they follow each other in good and in bad. A good case for broken marriages to learn from. Even friends. Nairobi ni ‘sinia’, when your pocket runs dry, your friend picks up the baton and your girl/boy with it. A man eats man society, but if you aren’t able, errmmm … at least there’s a sheep rummaging through garbage in TRM. Better them, they’re prepared for slaughter. Us, we’re just booted in with tougher restrictions mixed with taxes and hefty bills. What next? We might just be handing out kidneys as collateral for loans. Museeee, it’s a tough time.