I desperately wanted an awesome weekend.
And by awesome, I mean anywhere but home.
Maybe a girls’ trip.
Maybe boo’d up at some cozy spot.
Maybe a solo escape to some dreamy Island;Takawiri, preferably.
But the truth is, most of the people I’d go off with don’t live anywhere near me. We’re talking about different continents. And I’ve never had a girl group, you know? That “clique” energy? Never been my reality.
As for the boo’d up bit?
Well… that was a sweet little “jaba” story in my head coz there’s no boo.
And the solo trip that one’s still on the table. I’ve been circling around it in my thoughts. I know I’d thrive on one. Just me, a good book, and my diary. But there’s still a conversation I need to have with myself about what exactly is holding me back.
Anyway I woke up to a beautiful Saturday. Did my cute little morning rituals (minus the workout, I’m on a break). Then drifted into a lazy scroll through LinkedIn… TikTok… answered a few emails. Told myself I’d try to be useful so I opened up some work.
Then I stopped.
Eventually I found myself on the back porch, phone in hand, mind wandering. My niece runs up:
“There’s a guy calling you.”
Now, behind my grandma’s house, there’s this huge Java plum tree. That’s where he was.
I was low-key irritated. I’d finally slipped into that “me time” mood. But hey, this is the village. We’re communal. So I shook off the irritation and walked over.
Stranger.
Offered me some Java plums.
Told me his name.
Noticed the guitar tattoo on my hand and goes,
“That’s a guitar? Doesn’t look like one.”
I wasn’t about to explain the symbolism, so I just smiled and walked away.
Back in the house, I figured let me just work. My sister-in-law was already in the kitchen making chapatis (way too early, but that’s her thing). My mom was with my little nephew. He got fussy, she looked tired, so I offered to help.
Now, I hate making chapatis.
Sorry (not sorry), Kenyan men.
So I took the baby outside.
Same guy from earlier shows up again.
And I wasn’t sure if I wanted to talk. There’s this gig on my mind, sitting heavy, begging for my full attention.
But somehow, he offered to hold the baby and my little nephew just settled in his arms like he belonged there.
Then the conversation started.
He asked about my earliest memory. I said six years old. Anything before that? Blank.
He said he remembers stuff from when he was three he’d been burnt.
Then he said something that made my ears perk up;
“We remember things based on the intensity they had on our emotions.”
He had my full attention now.
We got into childhood stories. I told him mine was mostly boring except for my love of books.
Then this man I kid you not pulls a book out of his pants pocket. Yes. A man who walks around with a book. Yes, please.
“Think and Grow Rich.”
I’ve always been a geek whisperer. I don’t even try they just show up.
Next thing I know, we’re deep in a conversation about the conscious and subconscious mind.
He points at our cow and goes;
“This cow is aware that it’s here but it doesn’t know that it’s here.”
I blink. “Okay, you lost me.”
So he explains. Talks about Homo sapien vs. Homo sapien sapien. Thinking man vs. man aware of his thinking.
We talk meditation something I’ve been dying to get into seriously. And he breaks it down like he’s teaching a class, but without sounding preachy.
This guy knows too much, I’m not even kidding.
At some point, he opens the book to a quote that (no joke ) I’d just heard someone mention on TikTok days ago. Something about adversity always happening for our advantage.
“Our thoughts are energy,” he says, “and we attract people who mirror them.”
Then he says;
“You’re very open-minded.”
I smiled. I love when people say that.
I told him, “It’s one of my defaults I can interact with anybody, and I’ll make it fun.”
He goes; “People are like cities. Every one of them is new.”
And just like that, everything he was saying started making sense.
We talked about out-of-body experiences.
About The Reachest Man in Babylon.
About The Alchemist.
About weed. Alcohol. The mindset.
Even Chris Brown! Yeeesss, he hit the Breezy button. The quickest way to get to me.
He’s smart. Nerdy. Deep.
Reminded me of this one geeky guy I used to love so much. I know how rare this kind of brain can be.
He said so many mind-blowing things that I didn’t even bother memorizing I was too present. Too in the moment.
And just like that
In a way I never saw coming
I had an awesome Saturday.
My mind feels jumpstarted.
My spirit feels challenged in the best way.
And I didn’t need a beach, a girl gang, or a plane ticket to feel that.
We talked until sunset, and that was my adventure today.
Cheers🫶
Shadow to my light. 