Brian Khavalaji ensures that weekends are for fun and rescues the pretty babes from being ‘understanding girlfriends’ trapped in a man’s bedsitter doing laundry.
Over the weekend, he summoned us for a road trip to Namanga. It’s worth mentioning that I’m still not over my travel phobia, courtesy of Utawala buses, which stop to drop and pick passengers at what feels like a 90-degree angle. But I locked that phobia in the house to go and collect the happiness and memories that this trip had to offer.
And so, there I was, in a bus packed with 48 young souls who refuse to be defined by Kasongo’s struggling economy. It felt like I was reliving trips from my childhood. I allowed the breeze to kiss me through the windows. I opened my heart wide for the beauty of the mountains to take its spot in my heart, a place the sons of Adam have long refused to claim.
For a moment, I forgot all the things that weigh on a girl in her mid-twenties. I laughed, I sang-along, I danced, I conversed, I crossed the border and I felt like I would be motivated to spills words of a happy poem after that trip (still figuring out how to write it).
Tabasamu Concepts has a way of making every moment worthwhile. It has this magic of igniting joy and a sense of belonging. It does come with fatigue and some muscle aches; but isn’t that a small price compared to the 12 plus hours-worth of enjoyment?
Wanja.