At times a similar or same exact thing may happen to you many times as we travel in this journey called life. One might fall in love in a similar way and end up hurt and disappointed swearing never to fall in love only to find themselves in love again cursing, not again!
We all have not again moments at some point in life. This was my not again moment that was brought about by nostalgia.
One Monday, 4th April 2016, was a calm day with no sign of heavy rains. I opened the shop as usual, did the necessary chores and sat down planning my schedule for the next 2 weeks. In the afternoon, I went out to do a bit or marketing, coming back at 4:00p.m it seemed too early to go home so I went back to the field with an aim of coming back at around 5:00pm. At around 4:20pm I noticed that the sky was full of dark clouds that made it seem like it was 7:00pm. I ran back to the shop to take shelter with my sister until the rain stops. We were geared up for heavy rains only for the dark clouds to move to another area little did we know it was home. The rains were normal and when it died down we prepared to leave for home. As we were leaving, we thought of boarding a taxi but aborted that thought and board a matatu.
At the stage, everything looked clear little did we know that a few kilometers from there we will be crossing a ‘running river’. It still drizzled, as it became darker. Our first encounter was a path of water but we managed due to the visible rocks. On our way we met a boda boda carrying three passengers we laughed, having no idea what was in store for us. Walking deeper into the lane, the mass of water was bigger as the speed increased. It got to a point where we were stuck not knowing what to do. In our dilemma, a lorry followed by other vehicles could be seen in a short distance. At last! Help was on the way.
It was disappointing, none bothered to stop or even find out what was happening, passing us as if we were statues. We tried countless times to cross but it was all in vain the pressure was so much making us fearful. Stranded in the cold trying to find a solution, a woman walked by and as she tired to assist us cross, a man came and held our hands and told us to move slowly without raising our legs or letting go. There is nothing so traumatizing as knowing that home is so near but you cannot reach.
As we moved through the water I could feel the pressure and instantly images of my very first encounter with Elnino flashed through my mind. That was my not again moment. I remembered the trauma I went through in the first incident that happened 15 years ago. I saw myself trip and fall in the water. My heart was beating like the tum tum drums of West Africa.
I shut my eyes for one second focusing ahead to reach home. After passing the large mass of water was a ditch with water flowing with high pressure. I shook like a leaf making it an exorbitant task to jump over the ditch. The only thing that kept me going was the determination to reach home it was stronger than the water, the flashing images and the shaking. We finally managed to reach home; all we did was look back and thank God. It was like De Jar Vu, freezing and clothes dripping water. Same script but one different cast.
I swore never to ignore the still small voice; if I did I would not have gone through such trauma.
By Rose Maina