Kairo what?

 

“I am a kairoprakta,’’ she said as she bend her neck to the side and ran her hand in her long flowing hair. She was beautiful. The kind of beauty only described in literature. Everything about her was beautiful, ethereal even. From her neck, to the eyes, her smile and the milky white teeth (I am trying to be discreet here but yoh, if I go into details I'd be suspended from the internet mbikos wueh... she was spectakula)

For a moment I was torn; do I gaze at her beauty or do I ask what that kairo whatever means? You put yourself in my shoes and you’ll see. The smoky vibandaskis of city park is where all this magic was happening. What could possibly have brought such a beauty here? For the sons of a lesser god like me you’d understand. We trek for the longest distances just to get a plate of what in her world would be equated to dog food. And that too we’d complain is a expensive coz you know… the poors? But for her? Here? She looked lost. Or if I’m being poetic, she was beautifully out of place. Like the moon during the day. What was a royalty doing amongst the commoners?

Apparently she was craving fruits and her quest had landed her here; next to this peasant’s son who was having the cheapest meal on the menu. It was January (of course. And all Januarys have a way of Januarying.. especially if you live paycheck to paycheck) but this one was January BC when life was normal and people greeted each other warmly without an ounce of fear. When we walked around shining our smiles and filling the world with love. When we’d stay up late at the bus stop with a loved one counting the buses and only getting shocked when a bus came back and found us still standing there  and you'd both realize how time had flown (lmao the things we do for love)

“You grew up saying you wanted to be that or you adapted it along the way?” That was the only question ringing through my head and I just had to ask… plus it’s not like I knew anything about that kairo whatever (I later learnt it was chiropractor lmao)

We talked. We laughed. We high-fived. I had suddenly turned to Charlie Chaplin. I know it was lame but there and then, it was hysterical. I did not take her number though. I wasn’t ready for the inconvenience and she didn’t mind either (even though she was pushing for it) I told her we’d meet again if our chakras aligned (I am so lame don’t remind me)

Then covid struck and now a year later, by the same smoky kibandaski of city park I sit and remember everything like it was just yesterday. Isn’t it incredible just how so much can happen within a year? Not in a million years had we envisioned ourselves all masked up living in fear of this dreaded virus that has now started mutating (like bro, wtf?) But here we are now. Who would have guessed that this man of the cloth would have a blog and instead of talking about heaven (like his fellow clergymen) he would be busy discussing gals he met at vibandas? Lmao (I have lmao’d a lot on this article. Maybe it’s my new vocabulary