Even Stupid People Grow Old …

I’ll never forget the nerves of a certain guy on my way to Kitale at one time. The coordinates to this town are 1.01670N, 35. 00000E. How do you get the nerves to talk down at me and whatever you are saying is bull****? Some people are just full of ****! I think quiet people with good actions are better.

Quiet people with bad actions are lethal! Watch out.

I have actually remembered this tale and thought about it for a while. It is hilarious, chauvinistic, rude and just stupid. And by the way, I’m sure if that guy is alive, he’s just feeling stupid for pulling such a scenario. If he’s not, that proves how stupid he is. Seriously, my old people are way wiser.

I can’t remember anything I can call stupid from my old folks. I’m not being biased here. I’m just being candid. Maybe I got that from staying with them. Candor, not wisdom.

You know environment matters a lot.

Anyway, you can’t hide stupid. Even if you are old. It will just crop up.

Let me say that stupid may be relative to some people. But, to me stupid is stupid.

So I board a matatu (PSV vehicles in Kenya) to the deep western side of Kenya. I had gone to see a very lovely aunt of mine. She’s the only one living in that area.

She’s sweet. I’m not that sweet. No!

Quite frankly, that was my first visit there.

I loved her company. Ok, we met there with the other company. This other company was also amazing.  

Why did I not know where these people resided?

The place is okay for me. Actually, it is near the ******** I was in. God! The people there called it a campus! They were proud of it. Honestly, my high school was better.

Now, the place is better. Far better, I guess. Although I can never study there! I have many other reasons.

I definitely will take my kids to better! Even if they improve, I don’t consider that a plus. But, the kids will decide. I’ll just lay the pros and cons. At that age, they are no longer young for decisions to be made for them.

Please fly outside if you want quality. You can also stay in the city, but outside is better.  Seriously!

I’m so over what people expect to hear. You know, people think that is a haven for them. Well, for me, it is really not. I’ve seen better and I’ve been in better. So, yeah …

And by better I mean both intellectually and everything else!

So we proceed with our journey very well until we reach a place called Matunda. Funny name but, I’m not into history so I don’t know the origin. I have no interest of knowing why that name. But, I won’t mind an explanation.

I’m seated adjacent the driver. He’s calm. No issues whatsoever.

That’s just attractive. I guess it is also wise.

And by attractive, I don’t mean I want a hookup. Seriously!

I honestly don’t know who sat in between. I can’t even recall the face! Call me a snob. I wish it mattered!

I think I’ve been on so many journeys this one almost blurred.

Yeah, traveling is a major thing for me.

So when we reach Matunda, this person alights. We have to pick someone else to fill this void that has been left by X. Let me call him X. I remember it was a “he”.

By the way, there are shuttles that go there. I didn’t know it then. Call me stupid. I don’t care.

I know ignorance is no defense, but this is no court!

Shuttles don’t stop to pick people. They are called express cars.

So now, this old man decides to fill this void.

Not that it mattered to me. We could have gone without anybody filling that void and I would have been okay.

So, I alight to enable this old man to fill the void.

He hesitated and wanted my spot instead. (I don’t know what had gotten into him! Anyway, this was not his personal ride)

There was no way I was giving my spot away. I had traveled in it and I was not in the mood to change anything. And, it is pretty comfortable. Ask anyone.

I was ready to let that guy stew. I had no compassion for him. None whatsoever!

There were so many people at that stage, I just went back in. I was sure somebody was going to fill the void anyway.

By the way, I didn’t even talk. I just looked at that old man and decided he wasn’t worth it and went back inside.

So the old man decided he’d be better off in a car than at the stage. That was very okay.

Anyway, that stage was full of people so he was very replaceable.

And given that so many people wanted a chance, I thought he was joking.

At long last, he decided to fill the void.

Nobody persuaded him. He decided on his own.

When we left, he started telling me about his ancient beliefs and traditions.

I was quiet but very mad! Who told him I wanted a tete-a -tete with him?

He told me a woman could not sit where I sat because it was a man’s place.

If that guy knows how I think of him today, he’ll kill himself. That is, if he’s not dead already.

I have no idea of his whereabouts. Actually, it doesn’t matter.

And to imagine he’s someone’s grandpa. What a pitiable situation!

And maybe these grandchildren profess love for him! Genuinely!

This is just sad!

It is like for a minute there I stepped into 1940! Jesus! I always picture the past in black and white. Not color. Only dinosaurs have color.

Anyway, this guy tells me that wahengas (I don’t know how to translate that, but I can say it is the belief makers in this scenario) had made that slot where I sat to be a “mans”.

I didn’t even talk to him. He looked so stupid to me it was simply not worth it. These are the kind of folks who give a bad name to other good old folks.

Sometimes, stupid can be so strong it just makes you walk away because you have no idea how to handle it. Fighting it is just making you another fool in the mix.

So, why bother?

Anyway, later he alights and the driver tells me that he’s encountered such people. The best thing to do is ignore them.

Now, my question was: If this guy thinks so highly of wahenga, why is he picking a fight with me? I mean, that alone shows insecurity.

I’d have respected him if he kept his cool.

My main question: When were cars made? You mean those wahengas of his were alive?

I’m so surprised!

If only I asked him that question then, I’d have everyone roaring with laughter in that car.

But I just let him walk away with his pride.

Now, I just can’t. I’d fry him alive. I should have said something like “How old are you?” (Of course, with shock on my face then kept my cool. At least, I would have been happier.)

I call those wahenga’s his because those are not my old dead folks. They just can’t be mine. No way!

I’d like to think mine are intelligent and not shallow in any way.

That’s what I call nonsense. The old guy really defined the term “nonsense”.  Real nonsense! (I am really trying not to give that term a worse name).

Anyway, thanks grandpa! I will tell my children to not be like you! They’ll be better people.

Nowadays, If I want to travel there (Ok, I’ve never been there again) I’ll go by private means.

No need of pissing stupid people off.

I mean. He’s of no value to my life.

So because I had to post something, this thought made it. I just felt the need to share. And now that this is off my chest, I will breathe easier.

Yeah, I have my faults, but I consider this a serious strength.

Now that I think of it, my life would be so much better if I never met him.

Maybe he is better after meeting me. Who knows?

I’m definitely not better after meeting him. No, I’m not!

So next time you think of telling me all aged people are wise, think again!

Wisdom does not necessarily come with age. There are people who are old and stupid. There are people who are young and wise.

After all, not everyone became an advisor to the king! Just the smart ones.

If there ever was one king who tolerated nonsense, that king did not live long.

Stupidity killed him!

These words are too many! TMI.

Anyway, I’m not editing anything.