For a little over two hours while watching the quiet vast world, we lay by the train rail thinking about life. Admiring the sky above us, the sun smiling down on us. The very leafy vegetation complementing the sky and calming the atmosphere after heavy rains for the past two months.
Thinking about why people do what they do. How some just follow without conviction. Because they found those ahead of them doing it too or are too scared to venture into the new or all by themselves.
We are human. From the moment we are born, we are taught to be followers over leaders. Follow our parents, follow a religion. Follow the school teacher, whether weekday or Sunday. Follow a belief. Well at any time in life, you must be following something. That’s why when we get to that age when you need to follow yourself, your gut, to choose new beliefs to guide you through life, we break. We run away. We date. We use drugs. We commit suicide. Because remember we’ve been taught to always follow and not take the lead. Taking the lead for us is uncomfortable, like throwing us into a den of lions and asking us to tame them. With no prior experience or information. Since we do not want to take the lead, we follow and do not question or argue.
Later in the afternoon a dog competition was in order. I have never been a fan of pets. I do like watching birds fly or butterflies or wild ones in the nature parks. But to keep a dog, or a cat, naah. I would rather get a baby lol!
Pardon me but, I will never fully understand how tight the bond between a dog and its owner is. Unless of course I get one.
So here I was in my very well slitted orange maxi dress watching dogs compete for trophies at The East Africa Kennel Club off Ngong Road.
I mean how hilar is that, well for me and you who don’t get it yet.
Anyway, there was all sorts of dogs here even the ones you’ve never imagined existed.
Do you know how well fed they are and washed, and veted. These dogs have better lives than a lot of us. They are adored, cheered for, hugged more times in a day than I do in a whole year. Don’t even get me started on their cost, well, you’d have to choose between them and a car.
You’ve heard of cat walk yeah? Well there’s a dog walk, they are judged based on that, on top of how they pause and how well their fur is combed among others. The pause involves their hind legs being pulled back.
I can’t help but compare the street dog with these well-fed ones. Street dogs are harsh since that’s how they are treated. These other ones are so well taken care of and are hence super calm around their owner, and may I add loyal. They even know to sit down while in the car and chill till they get to destination.
I had culture shock that day.
Oh well, it was nice to see new.
I have to admit it, it’s true what Bikozulu says; everything is a story.