Aging gracefully

Long post alert.

So,the other day I was chilling in my place,chopping yellow pilipili hohos ready to cook the sibalicious 7coloured rice.
Punde si punde,my phone rings..yeay,its little bro and I have to act excited about his existence so I go like 'brooooo,mambo' then we exchange some sheng 'how are yous'.(removing sheng from a ghetto girl is a real deal).Eneway,bro knows the way to my heart ,so he acts like he gives a hoot about my life "nilikuwa nakujulia rada tu Siz,manze we ni wetu". I enter box 'mbu'
Now he starts telling me how he's been inspired by this Nigerian human who is the world's fittest person,and how he plans to enroll in a gym to better his already 'footballer' body.
Me,ndanu aka younger version of mum I encourage him to follow his dreams. Its not like I can discourage him,how im I supposed to explain that kind of track record when I get to the Pearly gates?.
Then he goes like " so juu ya hiyo risto si unishikanishe na thao kadhaa?"..tchaaai!,asi! Money again?..now I become a critique of fitness and lecture him abt priorities and how his fees are in arrears I need to clear and how me,I hustled from kisumu to Timbuktu to maintain my life when I was in campo.you know,things I do when I'm at the 'temporarily unable to despense' cash' phase.
Then he goes like" sawa Siz,nimenyita.lakiini,yaani unadhani kupata pesa kama hiyo from u si ku hustle??".
You should have seen my face..it went like 'hello Mr foot have you met my lower jaw before,I thought you shld meet'.

So my mind drifted I started wondering if I missed a memo when they redefined 'hustle'.I thought abt how I get my cash from wakanda and I still have to ship it to my account.
Meanwhile,as he is stil voting for fitness. My baby sister (who I had chased to go play with something called 'outside) walks into my kitchen area like 'papapa' she investigates my chopping board,bites my carrot 'ka' and starts doing some sign language thingy with her hands and face.
I'm still on call,so I raise my eyebrows and give her the 'what?!' look.
"Ndanu tunakula rice tena? Me nimechoka kukula rice" is all she says.
Wow,so I'm dealing with a 'hustler' and a 'I can't eat rice twice in a row'.
As I placed the phone on the table,my mouth said the words for the first time .
"Uughrr,watoto Wa siku hizi".
Bado I can't believe I said those words but I'm beginning to know how the elders felt whenever they would say them.

Time  passes ,you have countless conversations,you exfoliate yourself a new skin etc.time passes whether u choose to sit there and imagine 'a life you shld be having' or you just make steps towards having that life.live love thrive be happy keep ur chicken wagon afloat and share your thoughts.

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Have a lovely day y'all.