Monday morning,rain is pouring. I’m sitting in a jav. It’s 8:40. I should be on Thika Road by now,on my way to my 9 o’clock class. I get the feeling I’m going to be late. Luckily,this class isn’t one of those ones that there’ll be hell to pay for if I’m late. The lecturer’s kinda cute. (I say kinda when I mean is,but you’re not supposed to say such things about your lecturers,so I’m trying to downplay the situation. Without much success.)

The traffic is so bad,the jav decides to take the alternative and illegal route. Unfortunately,he decides this in the middle of the journey with a careless ‘Wacha waseme.’ Thus,disgruntled customers have to get off the jav. I totally sympathize. Not the greatest way to start a Monday. He probably has a lot of bad karma being sent his way. I,however,am listening to Rock steady on Classic. Whoop. Nothing like soul to make you forget about the drudgery of education.

Still in traffic. I look up to the apartments that we’re passing by,and there’s a dude calmly sitting on his balcony,taking a smoke,watching the traffic with the unconcerned air of one who won’t have to bother with it today. I envy him with a deep envy that only those lodged in between a ditch and a truck seeing their life flash before their eyes can appreciate.

And all of a sudden,I am seized by a flash of inspiration. That’s what I should do with my life! To avoid traffic,stuffy javs,waking up at ungodly hours and such mundane yet depressing events…I should become a housewife. I could wake up at 10,and leisurely have breakfast on my balcony while chortling elegantly at the poor suckers down below,have lunch at 2,supervise the help…it could be a wonderful world. Like Zain. The hardest thing I’d do all day would be to put on negligee for one he shows up. Unless that would be too much energy in itself. Which,if you look at the bigger picture,is a good thing. I could stay up late watching TCM movies,and sipping hot chocolate by an electric fire oh look the traffic’s moving.