When I joined campus, I realized that the most confidential document I had was my ID. I went to extreme measures to ensure no one saw it. I made sure I didn’t produce in presence of my college mates. This is because I have always received funny looks whenever I take out my ID. It clearly states I’m from Ndunduri location. They claim that we use Wellington boots to serve porridge, ride buses and remain carrying luggage on our backs and that any campus going student is a previledged person who is recognized by village elders and sought after to give judgement on very serious cases. You know all the porojo they say about us.
Fast forward to what made my campus life a real misery. I happened to trust Gerald who was my room mate. I got infected with small pox, so I gave him my wardrobe keys so that he could retrieve some documents I required to be treated at the campus health centre. I should never have trusted that fool. He was a dick! Kazi ni kunipiga exile every other weekend. Jamaa aliiba ID akaweka kwa faculty notice board. Hiyo kumbaff nikikutana nayo :D:D:D:D
Sasa hapo Lanet tumeenda sana kwa pass out parades. No one could convince me sitakua drill seargent. Lakini with Lanet town unasema Kiundu. Hapo intersection ya Nakuru-Nairobi road na Ndunduri road. Karibu na 3KAR battalion?
Ndunduri… ahhh!
There’s this time I got into an hotel in Ndunduri gwa Kiongo. I took a seat and asked for a chapo and one ndazi.
What was brought… how do I describe this?
One was a whole elephant ear trying very hard to pass itself off as a chapo. The other was a six inch diameter,2-inch thick piece of well cooked pastry… trying to pass itself off as “ndazi”.
I chewed them all with a gumboot-size cup filled with tea whose ratio of milk:water was 3:1.
It was a struggle downing the “breakfast”.
I almost collapsed when I went to pay.
I was expecting to pay something in the range of 100/= for the “chapo”, 50/= for the “ndazi” and 100 for the tea.
What I was asked to pay was 15/= for the “chapo”, 5/= for the “ndazi” and 10/= for the tea… a total of 30/=.
I walked out of the hotel, stood on the opposite side of the road for some ten minutes. This was a precaution just in case the cashier had made a mistake… I didn’t want to be a victim of mob justice.
I then walked away slowly … I must have been heavier by 2.5kg.
I am sure you got chicken pox not small pox otherwise ungekuwa case study in WHO books say hii. I have grown to hear these weird stories about people from Ndunduri. I am happy to have this close encounter with someone from that place. Every time you do a stupid thing they could ask you whether you’re from Ndunduri. I hope all this was just stereotyping and not the real thing on the ground. One day I want to visit Ndunduri and have a meal in a hotel. I am sure I will unconsciously observe how things are done based on the image I have at the back of my mind regarding this place.