A cock just crowed and I just snapped back to normalcy. It’s three in the morning and I haven’t even bothered to check my bed out. My head is a perched desert of thoughts and every desert needs an oasis for caravan traders. Right Lulu? Yeah right. So my life is basically in an optimal place. I am not quite sure if the author of Mombasa Raha My Foot agrees with me though but anyway I am happy. My mum usually says I am incomprehensible, a strange melody or just some weird solo with no chorus. Ah! That aside.
So throughout the night, I have been over thinking like every other person that has adopted a nocturnal lifestyle. I mean it’s really hard to have your eyes open when rats are engaging in the Ineos challenge from one side of the ceiling to the other. So while racking my brain up for things to think about other than rats of course, something I read in The Silent Patient pops up in my notifications bar, “Music hath the charm to soothe a savage heart. “ So I hit YouTube up real quick.
I don’t understand what happened because I suddenly thought about weddings. Don’t get your hopes high, I don’t fancy weddings at all. I have never understood where one gets the courage to kiss before people. Scratch that, before the crucifix. As if that’s not enough, you have to sign your certificates after the kiss. Wew! I can’t. I don’t know how married people managed. After kissing before people I believe your hands would shake so how can you sign such an important document with shaky hands? I love my work legibly structured so to digest the idea of shaky hands and sweaty palms, my brain can only come up with one word, scribble. I mean can’t we sign later? Anyway that aside I’ll ask Gabriel how that works or revisit my past paper, Diary of a Miaha maybe I missed something.
As I go through Ethereal music and The Good Melodies, the vibe still is off so I take my chances with wedding songs. Doesn’t YouTube have maneno? Adventist wedding songs line up on autoplay so I listen to them one by one. So there’s one thing about Adventist music that leaves me proding for more. The music is arranged such that you can feel it in your toes as the words are inscribed in your heart. One song in particular catches my attention (https://youtu.be/8a2L_C02_Pk). As the voices like whispers softly prick into my heart like a summer breeze, I feel like I am in for Spring or Christmas concert at Maxwell Academy. I can smell the music all the way from Kajiado. Voices boom in my ears and thumping makes me feel like I am standing in an orchestra pit. Sheet music on metallic music stands and wind instruments in capable hands. This time though, the music is more than just the wind ensemble. It’s blending with the voices and the hands skillfully smoothing showers of strings. Turns out this isn’t a scary night after all.
Another cock crows. It doesn’t bother me this time because couples are singing nicely to each other, before my eyes. I think I have changed my mind about weddings. Speaking of weddings I remember Johny Munyao and Ms Chebet and I can only imagine how their wedding would look like. Ms Chebet would definitely raise her angelic voice with the sound of music. I don’t know if Johny would move his swift hands over the keys or he’ll sit and wait to be knighted as his bow strikes the chords of his violin. I don’t know if Neema would be interpreting or not. What I know is, weddings are beautiful (minus the wearing heels part )
Stay home and stay safe. Sanitise! Oh Sanitise! I want to watch more weddings at three am.
Jepkosgei Marion.