A game of wits.

Fellow Kenyans
Today I have been compelled by medical and empirical evidence to revise the measures we took….

It has been slightly been over an year since night movement was restricted in the name of curfew rules. In Nairobi, the curfew begins at 8pm to dawn, cutting short the thriving night life of the capital. But, that is what the government thinks happens.

It’s a Thursday evening at around 7.00pm. Everyone is in a rush to get home by 8.00pm. Shops are closing, street vendors are packing up their merchandise, street families are fleeing the open streets for the dark alleys. However one thing sticks out, a police land cruiser that is parked by the road. The policemen inside seem to be in a heated debate unaware of the terror their vehicle radiates. One of them steps out, checks his watch, check around and unfortunately his eyes land on me. I check my watch and it is barely twenty minutes past 7 but his gaze propels me to hasten my pace. Will I make it on time?

The streets are full, everyone is in a mad rush to get home or where they will spend the night before the police catch up with them. A mother tightens the grip on her toddler son, it is one thing to get home safe and another to get home safe with your loved one. With only five minutes to spare, I open the door to my apartment and mumble a prayer of thanksgiving to the Almighty, and got to get a glass of water to cool my heels.
Within no time, the blaring siren of the police car penetrates the darkness, alarming those far and wide that whoever was outside was defying an executive order.
For the next one thirty minutes or so, the police sweep the streets looking for the lawbreakers. They are lucky to find a few, but that is all. From my balcony, I see empty streets. Not even stray dogs and cats are audacious enough to show their face. Street lights create a halo on the dark streets trying to bring life to them. Silhouettes of trees dance along to the soft breeze blowing in a hushing sound as if soothing the life of darkness to sleep but not for long.
Two hours later, I am still on my balcony enjoying the breeze as I work on some assignments. It is 10.00 pm, too early for any Nairobian to be asleep. The police sirens have long gone silent, a group of what I assume to be drunk friends break the silence with loud laughter. This opens a symphony of the sounds that make up the nightlife. The engine of a car parked by the roadside is brought to life and off it slithers on the formerly empty streets. A man slowly walks out of our apartment gates and walks leisurely down the street. The lights of a closed shop by the road are turned on followed by re-opening of the whole shop altogether.

It is barely two hours after the curfew time but the night life is back. The police are long gone with no sign of coming back for another round. Nevertheless, if they do, they will be welcomed by empty streets and closed shops. It is a game of Find me if you can.

Peekaboo!!!

The curfew rules are meant to curb the spread of the corona virus, but that is only left for the papers. The curfew rules and the lockdown restrictions have become a game of wits. Who can outsmart the other? The government or it’s citizens?

However, keep in mind you are on your own, we are on our own. Take the necessary precautions, wash your hands with soap regularly and keep social distance where applicable. Curbing the spread is now a personal responsibility.

Fellow Kenyans
I am confident we will defeat it because we all did our part to the best of our ability.
God Bless You; God Bless Kenya.

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Hello😊

How are you?

Faith is finally back, she has been found 🤣

For April, I have been very inconsistent😑 but now that all that was filling my plate is sorted, I am all yours😊. I will tell it #JUSTASITIS every #BLOGTUESDAY….

Thank you so much for the love and support this far. You guys are the best 👍.

You will soon meet the face behind Faith Daktari right here on this site🥰, I am excited for that🥳. In the meantime let’s play this curfew game, shall we?😹

^Faith❤