So, today, a very loaded pal (lets call him Tony) and I decide to do a site visit to a place in Kili where he (Tony) is putting up a block of flats.
After kedo two hours on site, we are dusty and sweaty, looking like jamaas wa mjengo. It didn’t help that like all loaded guys, Tony dresses very very simply - jeans na tisho.
After about two hours, Tony says he has to meet the interior designer in town, at Java, Kimathi Street. Kuingia tukaona a table with two gals and extra seats tukasema tukae. Wacha matharao ndogo ndogo ianze.
The gals started giving us those looks of like “look what the cat dragged in…”, almost sneering at us. One even suggested, in a very audible whisper, ati “Liz, situende upstairs aki?” - yaani watuachie meza na vumbi yetu. I was slightly annoyed at the juvenile behaviour. Tony just sat there, cool as a cucumber, totaly unruffled.
Sasa wacha designer akuje waanze kuongea na Tony sijui ceramics na sanitary ware worth millions. Ati " Sir, here are the sketches of the bathroom designs bla bla…"
Vile wale malaya wamebadilisha sura, aki! Mara soft smiles towards Tony I couldn’t believe it. They just realised the garagaria they wanted to run away from was a multimillionaire.
When the designer had left, after about 20 minutes, one of the gals even gathered enough courage to ask Tony: “Na those things are so expensive hivo? Kwani wewe ni contractor?”
“Eeeh,” Tony replied. “Mimi ni supervisor na Patel Contractors, mnaijua?”
When the little hoes nodded nimecheka nikaanguka chini.
Just another day in the city where money rules.