LAST DAY!

So today I decide to cut the long story short, I choose to take the short cut. I have thought for it over and over again and nothing is going to convince me beyond any reasonable doubt that am about to take the wrong step.
I get into my feeble accounts withdraw whatever is inside. I want to clear all my debts, the first I pay is mama wa mboga, I cannot go with her money yet the other time she told me she has three kids and one is a sickling; uyo mathee ako na bidii I hope her kids wont dissapoint like I want to. The next on my line is the wines and spirits guy, alinitolea lock nikiwa na exam. I think of paying my M Shwari and okoa bt I remember I dont have any, infact I will borrow and wont repay; Safaricom ni wezi na mnajua, wameniibia bundles severally. Dear H.E.L.B I did not benefit from your money, incase you want it back go ask all the brewery companies you know they are the beneficiaries, major.
I then go ahead call all my friends, crushes and classmates, relatives and family(someone tell me the difference between family and relatives). We talk with those who recieve my call, I dont care those who snitch me; that's what you've been doing all my life and I did not expect you to be good today.
I then go to the last option I pen down all that is about me so that if you never knew me you will get a chance to, atleast when am gone and you wonder who the hell is this guy. I wanted to see weed get legalised in Kenya so I can go have a puff during examtime just incase I get caught confirming my notes. My dream was to see Kenya a united nation but for now I dont think I will since I will soon disappear. I finish my writing and go out to my joint, take two shorts and buy one just incase the going gets tough I will make myself high and move on like am flying.
On my way back to my cube I meet the street kids, they are having a nice time playing cards behind a Range Rover. I think again, do those kids how much that car costs or they just want to be near it so they can console themselves; tunachezeanga hapo kwa gari kubwa. What catches my mind is this street girl, high on glue with two boys following her, I dont know where they are headed to and I cant just follow them like a horny dog. I ask the boys for a challenge in their game.
They are good at it but today they wont beat me, not on my last day, if I could have another day I would let them beat me since there is another chance for me to have a re-match. Suddenly they engage me in a conversation. They ask me how life is when you are decent and people respect you, how we survive life outside the streets, to them they cannot imagine living outside the streets. I feel like telling one of them if he would minde we exchange our lifestyle.
I tell him how he will be waking up early to go to class and listen to a boring lecture for a whole two hours on an empty stomach, how hard it is to seduce a lightskin, how expensive it is to get high on daily basis. He cuts me halfway and tell me to go on with my life, he just cannot make it. He confirms why this should be my last day, if he cannot survive my life and he can survive the street then who the hell am I to think of going on?
We play the last game, this time its a gamble, 50-50 whoever wins goes home with fifty bob extra. He plays smart as his friend watches over just incase a kanjo comes over. I think the owner of this car is somewhere watching us from a distance. Finally the worst happens, the boy wins. I promise for a rematch in the evening and he agrees, I give him his deserved money and add him a 20 bob for glue.
I get to my house, the landlord is on the door with several padlocks in his hand, he gives me that face, the face that says it all. If you are not paying him you are going to know the difference between owning and renting a house. I am broke but I know how to trick him. I give him stories,stories and more stories until we are in terms. Afterall this is my last day, you can come lock your house in the morning, I will be gone anyway, i console  myself as I go in.
I look at my property, the laptop lies there broken, my phone besude it scattered and damaged beyond repair. I go to the back that holds my papers, I reread my C.V like I want to update it, I imagine how those guys who interview  people will look at it when I present it. I laugh at myself because I cannot imagine anyone employing me using that C.V. Anyway its my last day, why should I bother myself?
Its nine and am headed to the streets for my last challenge with the boys before I disappear. I arrive at the venue and they are there warming up. This time its a gang of seven; four boys and three girls, they are all high like kites. The tournament kicks off immediately. This time I win all the games. Thats all in my mind so I am giving it my best. The girls get bored everytime I win and I am happy. The game ends, I am declared winner and they give me my hard earned money. I look at the money then the kids then the money again. I put my money in the pocket then I look for a 200 shilling note, I give it to them to share it just incase they have lost everything they had to a disappearing man.
On my way to the house I receive a call from my brother, he rarely calls and I dont know why I did not call him when I was calling people, maybe its because he was bound to call last. He tells me that grandmom wants to see me urgently. My granny does not have a phone so I did not call her. Of all my cousins and brothers she believes that am the only one who is not spoilt because I shave regularly and speak fluent mother tongue. This changes my mind suddenly, let me go listen to her then disappear some other day.
For now am looking for rent and more money to gamble with the street kids. I will go see grandma for Easter and mybe disappear after that. Hope she does not change my plans or give me something to do.