Dear Diary,
It’s been a
while I haven’t done my routine scribbling. Today I have a few journals to do. There’s
sanguinity in these tales, so sit and relax and let me scribble in you.
So, over the
weekend I travelled to Kyieni Girls, Runyenjes for a Sunday afternoon service
with my two friends. One of them eloquently delivered an inspiring sermon about
“Fully Trusting God and Leaning on Him.” As I did some reflections, I realized
sometimes I don’t seem to fully trust the Lord but I try to do some stuff my
way, only to be frustrated and disappointed. On finishing his sermon, he called
on the other friend to make an altar call. I bet I lifted my inner hand but kept
the physical hand seated on my lap. Well, it was a timely message and I needed
to hear it. After all, I trusted these gentlemen to chauffer me and safely
bring me back to the capital. If I could trust them with my life on the busy
superhighways and byways how much should I trust God to bring me to my destiny!
The lesson was hammered in the heart.
Fast forward, as we made
our journey back to the capital city, we hit the Thika Superhighway and there, we
ran on an empty gasoline! Why? What happened? We trusted the gasoline indicator
but it didn’t show the tank was running empty. But what about chauffer, didn’t
he have that 6th sense? Yes he did sense we were almost running on
empty tank but before we could get to a gas station (ok, let me say that so
that my friend does not shoot me for saying the truth ;), the car stops without
giving us enough time to pull off the express lane. Ok. Forgive my #Sofaset_Driving_School
skills but I suppose vehicles being what they are, they can break down anywhere
at any time. And when it’s on a major roadway in the dark, the danger is
doubled. By then am snoring at the back and they call me to get out. I panic
and move out very fast. Once I climb over the guardrail
to wait there, I realize I have only one shoe so I ask one gentleman to
get me the other shoe which he does. The other gentleman profusely searches the
boot and manages to get a broken lifesaver. He tries to make it stand using a
small boulder on the express lane but it can’t in fact a speeding car hits it
and so the only way is to stand on the guardrail and try to wave the triangle
hazard generously hoping and trusting the drivers are sober to see. The screeching
sounds of emergency-breaking cars are depressing. Being ladylike, I tried to
help the gentlemen-yes I did! I cut some branches from a thorny bush. To put
them on the road at least to signal there’s a stalled car ahead.
The other gentleman had
gone to get fuel and considering we are just recovering from cases of arson
attacks in our high schools, the gas station attendants are reluctant to sell
fuel to the gentlemen in a jerican but one of the ladies tells them, “Vile huyu
jamaa amedunga suti lazima ni mtu wa ‘my car’ hehe” and that’s how because of
being smartly dressed someone was trusted and got fuel hahahaa-The POWER OF
TRUST. Finally, gasoline arrived and after filling up we drove off.
What did I learn!
·
Importance of that 6th sense. Alert
and observant.
- Position yourself in the safest and best place
to maximise your visibility of potential hazards.
- Take a 'lifesaver' -make sure it is in good
condition.
- Be lady like and help-pluck tree branches or
thorny bushes to put on the road.
- Kuweka fuel ya 200/- ni vibaya hahaaa
#IDintSayHioNdioTulikuwaTumeweka
- If you are being chauffeured, trust, relax and
take a nap.
I’ll be
back with #Tale_of_Ukifika_Kwa_Ramps.
Yours
faithful,
Scribbler