HOME SICK

I was in Nakuru all of last week for work. What surprised me most were the feelings I had just as I got there. I complained about everything, the food, the conference hall, the toilet, everything. I got hit by this realization as I was having lunch, I was homesick. I haven’t used this word ever since I walked out of my boarding school at age 11 to go home for the school holidays.
You see I went to boarding school so young; I was eight. By age 10 I loved the freedom to do as I wished away from my parent’s watchful eye. I could curse and play and be naughty and I f I did my best I wouldn’t be answerable for it because well our guardians had a lot of other children in that school.
Forgive my tangent.

Days don’t seem to be moving, I am doing my best to be busy but I can’t seem to shake this feeling off. I am home sick. So I did what I do best whenever I have feelings like these ones, i wrote down everything I was missing in the hope that once I have it all out, then I will feel better.
This is what I came up with:

I miss my son junior, I miss his pranks, playing with him, yelling at him and curling on the sofa with him as we watch TV.I miss fighting over the TV remote with him, listening to his funny stories about school, his friends and watching him talk to himself as he plays. I miss his smile. He wakes me up every morning and as I open my eyes, the first thing I see is his smile. I miss that.

I miss my sister Maha; I miss her soft talk and laugh as she asks me for money to buy something. I miss her silly mistakes and the reasons they give me to start a lecture and sound like my mum. I miss telling jokes to her and how she is always ready to do stuff for me whenever I am home. Most of all? I miss her food. The girl can make every meal look and taste gourmet.

I miss my sister Deby….Now Debs is Debs.I miss everything about this girl. She is just outright crazy and fills our lives with so much laughter. I miss our jokes, the funny way that we talk imitating papa shirandula. I miss talking in Luo and listening to her sing her heart out…off key by the way. I miss watching her and junior dance in the house. I miss the whole of Debby.

I miss my friends, the fact that they are just miles away, and the evening drinks at our favorite joints. I mostly miss the Monday drink. It’s a chance to meet, catch up, gossip and fight sometimes. But the drink always ensures we are best of friends at the end of it all. I miss the internet chat. I am hooked to the chat; it’s the only way I can catch up with almost all my friends without getting into a ‘mat’ and leaving the comforts of where I work and live.


This may sound seriously lame but I miss my office. I miss the rush of what my work entails, I miss meeting people and at the end of the day helping sort out something that was bugging them it always makes me feel useful at the end of ach day, I miss that.

I guess I just miss my life, the simple things that I probably take for granted everyday.