OF UNCANNY PLACES AND LIFE

 

Kiserian town is still one of those novelty towns, straight out of the story books kinda 'a' place.
From the people, the dusty streets, the shops, the vibes, and the relentless hustle, it feels like a place suspended in time.

I sometimes wonder by what damned grace I found myself here.
I can't help but laugh—it’s definitely not my kind of place.
But does life care? It thrusts you into uncanny places, squeezing the bounce right out of you.
What’s left to do but keep your chin up and fight on?

Some of the stories here would make your granny smile with nostalgia.
Like a route with only one vehicle per day—if you miss the early morning one (or the late evening one), your only options are a passing boda boda, a personal vehicle from some random excursion, or a donkey if you’re lucky. 😅
Otherwise, your scalp will be sweltering under the heat, with no hope of traveling that day.

Another peculiar thing is how some places feel so far from Nairobi, yet so near.
There’s a definite rural charm to it—once you arrive, you forget you’re still within the capital’s vicinity. It’s the perfect place to hide, believe me.

That said, the meat here is one of the best—well-cured in salt and vegetation, the mbuzis (goats) coming from the deep interiors, where the land remains untouched by the waste of human habitation. Every weekend, you come across Nairobians driving here en masse, eager to indulge in the signature roasted meat, famously known as nyama choma. Here, meat is not just food; it’s culture, identity, and a way of life.

Not too long ago, before the place started attracting settlers with insatiable appetites, we had such peaceful moments.
I remember waking up in the middle of the night only to realize my forgetful housemates had left the main door unlocked, and my imagination runs wild with me. But nowadays, you double-check the locks—lest the new settlers get any ideas.

Many nights, we’d hear hyenas squabbling over animal remains, and the neighbor dogs howling in pitiful protests.

Now, unfinished buildings dot the landscape—evidence of the concrete jungle creeping closer.

 Well,
 I think I caught a wanderlust spirit for I feel that my days here are nigh.
 Urgently looking for the next high 🔥😂

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Ps.
Jana in church, I happened upon my online notes/journal. It’s appropriately called "Keep Notes," and it’s full of anecdotes—thoughts jotted down at the spur of the moment, whether on the road or when inspiration struck.

So in this journal, I had a rather nostalgic time strolling down memory lane, literally reading all my thoughts and feelings over the last three years—many of them written in my past season.

And I chanced upon this note, written on 31st October 2023. For me, the most amazing thing was the closure—the feeling that my days there were nigh.
And true to the word, one year later, it came to be.

Well.

I do sincerely thank the Lord, for the sands of time keep passing, and every day is a new reveal.

Buckle up for the ride.

For God is always full of humor.

At least, my Father is.

Njeri. 

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