This is going to be a looooooong story time post .The month is September. The year is two thousand and eighteen. This month was going to be a good one, a really good one. The previous month our then reverend, now a bishop 😆 announced that the choir and youth coordinator was going to solemnize his wedding on 8th of September. This didn’t actually surprise me and since my September was really occupied I wasn’t keen to listen to what he was saying. ” Harusi itafanyika Mwanza huko Tanzania.” Wait… Just hold on there… Did he say Tanzania? I stopped what I was doing on my phone and now was more attentive than ever. Details of the trip were well explained and at that point I cleared all my appointments for the first week of September so that I would attend this wedding in Tanzania… My people Tanzaniaaa.
For those who I am closet acquainted to know that I love travelling and having fun. As a result I became a super saver. That month I reduced my intake of chocolates, cakes, sodas just to save up money to go spoil myself in Magufuli’s land. Fast forward to four days to departure day. I went to my boss’s office to ask permission to be away from work. Now for those who are educators know that it’s very difficult for one to be granted permanent to attend a wedding especially if it’s not one of your family members wedding. I am such a coward and on this day I kept “loitering ” around my boss’s office gathering all the courage I had. You remember that cliche saying back in primary school, “My heart was beating like the tum tum drums of West Africa.” Yeeeeahhh that was me. To my surprise I was granted permission. I have never been that happy in my life. I now knew all that was remaining was to pack and get ready to leave to another land.
Thursday comes and at exactly 4.00pm I was out of work. Went and did some shopping for snacks. With my super savings you would think there would be no food in Tanzania because of the snacks I bought. Departure time was Friday 2.00 am. I charged my phone, borrowed two other phones from my papa, charged them. Let me tell you I had all this thing planned out. I was going to take as many photos as possible and was to spoil people on facebook, instagram, twitter and snapchat( this one I installed for that purpose) 🙄. At exactly 1:30am , I woke up my papa to take me to church. Where I live we do not have uber or taxify, we survive on Bodabodas and since it was too late I couldn’t wake my bodaboda guy after all he is a married man and I wouldn’t want to disturb him.😁😁
I called my friend and picked her along the way. We get to church and walllahhh!! We are the first to arrive. I rarely keep time but my oh my! I wasn’t going to be late to go to Magufuli land. So you can imagine how my anger started building up when by 2.00am which was supposedly to be the departure time, only five people had arrived. 😒
For the next one hour I had had my fare share of getting mad but ooooohhhh Jesus this girl wasn’t going to let some people who are African timers ruin her trip. I joined a couple of my friends and we started singing coz weeeeeuuuuhhh the cold that was there… Was just on another level.
Finally 3.00am we depart and since I had been awake all that while I decided that I would just nap just a little bit like this 👌. I woke up a couple of hours later since some of our youth members had decided to take water and lots of water. Who does thaaaat when travelling long distance. So we stop at some bush in Narok town and weeeuuhh people got out as if they had a tsunami in them. After 5-10 minutes we continue and by 9 am we were in Kisii town.
Now people let me tell you this town waaaahhh. We order for tea at this hotel and let me tell you they took 2 hours to prepare breakfast for lass than 30 people. I was so angry and hungry jeeeezz. They brought us hot mandazis which were not well cooked and I just couldn’t eat them.
My friend decided to buy some chewing gums and that girl walked looking for a place to buy chewing gum…. She couldn’t find one. 😣😣 she instead buys some tropical for us and we now start to appreciate Naivasha town. By 1.00pm we were at Sirare.
For those who do not know, Sirare is the border of Kenya and Tanzania . We have the other border at Namanga too when you want to go to Dar. So we get to the border and being the typical Kenyan that I am, I start taking selfies and I was on top of the woooooorrrrlllld my people. Sent the images to my mama and Papa and sister and just when I was about to take a photo outside the Tanzanian border offices this Askari comes and tells us that it is illegal to take photos that we should delete. Let me tell you, there and then I ate the humble pie and stopped taking those photos.
But there is something with us Kenyans,we never hear better put in Swahili ” wakenya kimbelembele itatumaliza.” Me with my infrontinfrontness I decide to switch of the flash and take photos without raising an alarm. You know how we do these things😂😂😂😂.
We took close to an hour to be cleared. Now hapa leave being cleared,one was required to take a yellow fever jab. The only place it was to be administered…. On your arm…. Yes aarrm. I heard that I was going to be injected and let me tell you me I wanted to come back to Kenya. That injection was on another level of pain. I cried, laughed, bled a little then was okay. But let me tell you, kumbe people fear injections, I thought I was the only one.
So we get back to the bus which was super comfy. We wait for us to now start the journey to Mwanzia which was 286 km from the border. After waiting for eternity our pastor informs us that the bus we are in can’t be allowed to travel to Mwanzia since it had some issues with the Tanzanian authorities.
My mood just changed and felt that my whole trip had been cancelled. Started with people coming late and departing late, then some poor breakfast in Kisii town and now this bus has been “arrested ” by the Tanzanian authorities.
according to them, this bus had travelled to Tanzania some time back but forgot to check out when it got to the border and so they knew that the bus was still in Tanzania but illegally since time allocated for it to be there had elapsed. They gave us an option of either getting another bus from Nairobi……Nairobi you can imagine we are in the lakeside region, or hire Tanzanian buses and travel in them.
There was another twist to all this, in that country public service vehicles aren’t allowed to travel as from 7.00pm .It was around 5.00pm and still we had no solution. I was already angry at this point and didn’t know what to do. We only had one more option left after trying to talk to the authorities to let us go. That was prayer.
End of part one