MOVING TO HEAVEN ON EARTH

                             

Life becomes tough when you meet new friends. Sometimes it makes difference in life as you adopt and try to move on with your new friends, learning new tactics of life. Friends in most cases may help you when in need, advice you when to, and also help you in decision making. Even though there are different types of friends, when selecting a friend one needs to be as wise as possible for a saying goes, tell me your friend I tell you who you are, alas!

Moving to town was the worst part of my life as I used to do things in an 'analogue' way as 'they' can say it. I was raised in a village for more than 10 years and I had almost no knowledge on how to survive in  a town. There was no option but to move with my family to the City,Nairobi.

It was not my first time to be in Nairobi but to live as our second home. Home away from home. The worst part is how to cop up with those who were considered rich in the city, Livington the estate. 

The weather and climate being cool and nice with a cool breeze made me really realize I was away from my village and it was not a dream. The only sound I heard was only from the building which was in the process of construction. This made me think I was out of town as me being used to the noise in every town as a town is a place where many gather together, and as it goes,where wise people are, there must be a mad man...I expected the same noise I heard in South C, the same noise in Feather Estate. I had to be cool and wait if it was a dream or not.


Valley Acade was our destination. At the gate ,as usual there was a check at the gate to ensure good security,,,The only question which ran into my mind was ''why the check while we are the only one here'' not knowing the houses were full of people  only busy with their own life.A big compound with a swimming pool made me remain silent as this was not to believe, we leaving in such a estate.

We moved and before the entrance to the building as we were directed to House D2A...Me being in front made me remember a soldier at the back or front always get killed first while the middle walking soldier survives.I still believe only my mum saw me, struggling to open an electric door which was to be opened from inside by the owner of the house we were going, my sister. I moved back embarrassed as the door decided to open itself. 

We went up the stares and house D2A we were, at the door my sister who went prior in search of the house we could reside. Greetings were as we made ourselves in..."heaven on earth" big living room which I thought we were mistaken to have moved to city hall. My room which I was located made me think I was in the other house of the apartment. Indeed, people are of different social class. It took me three weeks before seeing our neighbor who told me people are ever indoors. 

Living in Lavington made me lose hope in associating with people as it was not easy to meet other people. This is why  in some estates in Nairobi are so much quiet since people live indoors, only out for important tasks. I came to adopt this and living in Lavington has taught me a lot...What I will never forget is paying rent of sh250,000 while others suffer to get rents of only sh1,500.