Travel is the cure for tired eyes. At long last I have something to share on this app of overachievers. You guys are doing too well here on the gram and for the longest , I’ve been meaning to crash your party. Tonight, I will have a lanyard with a key of my own opening to a bespoke hotel room. For me, alone. A few moments ago, a reticent valet asked me to dial ‘100’ in case I wanted to order food from the comfort of my room. In other words, there’s room service. If there’s to be any meeting tonight, it won’t be in my bed. I’m out of town on a staycation. Boy doesn’t it feel nice keeping up with the Joneses. Lately money hasn’t been a problem. I couldn’t wait to show you guys that I belong.
I took a trip to Vasha. But the jokes’ really on you. I’m here to accompany a bunch of highschool kids on an “educative expedition”. At least we can now get past who bankrolled the voyage. The two hour journey here was nothing short of awesome. Impeccable views. From the entrepreneurial spirit of Kangemi, Kikuyu, Ndenderu and Mai Mahiu. To Naivasha town itself. Mt. Longonot on the horizon looked like God was pumping his fist into the sky. A majestic sight. We breezed by ‘Shefwe’, a posho mill, grounding grains that fuels the bellies around here.
Then came the vast tracts of Savannah by the road and I wondered why Nairobians endure congestion. So much land uninhabited and underutilized. Indeed and in deed I believe there’s enough for everyone to get a title deed. Lastly, the chic Lake Naivasha loomed over the town like one grand tear drop.
Soon the eagle had landed. We let our hair, bags and guards down and were received in open arms by the host hotel. The service at best is 3 star. I don’t mind. I’m not paying. Someone’s parent is.
As the teacher in command, I get my own room. Students will huddle up in pairs because teenagers generally deserve nothing. Tonight we will hang our hats as we await tomorrow’s mundane activities. On social media I will pass off this trip as a ‘vacay’ I funded. In this epoch of posers & oversharing; Instagram is proof of living. Look guys! I’m in Naivasha! I’m not the one who paid but the photo won’t show. Once again, the joke is on you
