New Shirt

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This means goodbye to the least liked shirt in my miniature wardrobe. It will be hard to deliver the news. Especially because I know the veteran shirt whose service is no longer needed.

Once you were the shirt that made me pop with swag, confidence and style, but every great thing has an end. Don't feel sad though, I won't turn you into a mop. I am better than that.

I remember the day we met so vividly like it was yesterday. You were nicely fitted on a mannequin and on display. I was rushing home from a busy day at work, but I had to stop. I couldn't take my eyes off you, I had to walk in and try you on. And it was no surprise that you were a perfect fit, we were made for each other. Your price made me eat indomie that night but it was woth it.

I will never forget the adventures we shared; first job interview, the fancy dates and the 'I like your shirt moments'. Do you remember that day when a lady poured a drink on you, ranting false accusations at me? Ha ha, that's a story for another day. So my good old shirt, this might be goodbye, but it is just the beginning of your new shirt life.

Let's have a look at your qualities; you miss two buttons and you are a little faded, but you are not torn, which means I can give you away as charity. I bet your dignity will be restored. You will receive new shirt treatment; First, the missing buttons will be replaced and you will be neatly ironed and folded. Treasured, you will be worn on special occasions and every time you are back from a long day in the sun, you won't be thrown on the edge of a bed like I used to. A hanger will be waiting for you, to stretch out those creases and ease out all the tightness.

The odds of us meeting again aren't that high. We live in a small world. I picture a day sunny and hot, amidst the bustle and hustle of  Nairobi you will see me, a broad smile will form but quickly vanish because you won't only see me but my new shirt too. Then I will notice you and I will smile, continously, because I did a noble act. I will move on, but I will never forget.

How long before 'New Shirt' becomes old shirt and the cyle repeats itself though? I bet that's the question they all ask each other lined up in the closet. That's a hard one, no one is ready to answer, and just like people, they ignore it and choose an exiting distraction;

Shirt 1: Do you have a blousefriend? 

 Shirt 2: No, but I am working on it.

 Shirt 3: Ha ha, you'll never get a blousefriend with those creases bro. I can hook you up with an ex-blousefriend of mine though....

 Shirt 2: Are you being for real?

 Shirt 3: Yeah!! She is just your type. Her name is crop top.

 Shirt 1: Crop-top was your blousefriend? Manze that blouse is fiiiine...

 Shirt 2: Hook me up. I will be ironed tomorrow and kiss the creases goodbye.

 Shirt 3: Sawa, but don't tell her I gave you her button number...

To my new shirt...I am going to chop off that size tag usually on the back of a shirt neck. I hate it. Otherwise, cheers to the time we have together and the new adventures we will traverse.

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