My two hobbies have attacked my knees of late. If you looked at the scars on my knees you would think my job entails being on my knees a lot. Astaghfirullah! The motorbike attacked the left knee and no sooner had it recovered than football courtesy of Rastaman attacked my right leg! Quick lesson before we start: while playing football never run shoulder to shoulder or neck to neck with a player with dreadlocks. It will end badly for you. It may affect your knees or elbows.
So I am back on my fourth hobby of writing stories for you. Don’t break my heart like my third hobby of supporting Manchester United. Today we will discuss sagasagyet or as a student of geography would call it pumice stone for the foot.
I think I have failed as a parent because junior thinks me dressed in jeans and T-shirt is me improperly dressed for work. He calls them home clothes. I will have a sit down with him later today. Anyway my love for Kinyira or any form of open shoes means my foot are evolving. Toughening. There is a layer of toughness at the soles of my feet.
It does not help that my love for oiling myself ( oya ama tunasemaje kujipaka mafuta in English?), this love for oiling myself ended 32 years ago when the becoming-a-man oil was applied on my person. For a kalenjin man oil made from ghee is reserved for important occasions like becoming a man or marriage/divorce. A kalenjin man does not apply oil on his person frivolously.
My dry toughened feet are not good in Nairobi. And since I no longer take bath by the river I need some stone to scrub my feet. Some say pumice stone is the best. It is as black and rough as a butt of a boy who sat on off-cut benches in his primary school days. It will scrub any scales off a kalenjin man’s feet. Please reach out if you know any plug. It will be better if it comes with a stool or small seat because I cannot reach my feet while standing. My stomach fat do not obey hook’s law of elasticity.
