If you’re wondering, I eventually managed to locate Kiambu town, from where I got my bearing. I got home a few minutes past 11pm angry with myself and seriously questioning my intelligence. I mean, who gets lost for four hours? Who?! PHOTO | FILE
I realised that I had missed a turn somewhere when after driving for several minutes, I still could not see the many flats that overwhelm Ruaka town.
Not so wise, I continued on, telling myself that surely there was an intersection somewhere that would lead me back where I had come from.
There wasn’t. By then, it was around 8.30pm. I had a mind to turn back when I came by a lonely-looking shopping centre, but which had a butchery and a pub open.
I had vowed to myself that I would never tell this story in this column because it would surely make me look stupid, but here I am – in most cases, I tend not to keep the promises I make to myself. This is because I am prone to reviewing and re-reviewing something long after it has happened, and then convince myself it isn’t as bad as it looks.
That particular Saturday started off well. That afternoon, I had a chama meeting of former high school friends. My mother often told me that a wise woman made sure that her home was in order and her family well taken care of before she attended to AOB (Any Other Business), and so I woke up early that day, did a few chores around the house, went to the market and supermarket, and then returned home to get ready for the meeting.
