I would really love to get rich; it is a misconception to even think that I work for any other reason. There is a Swahili saying that say; utamu wa kazi ni pesa [the joy of working is the money} I agree; to a larger extent for that matter. Most people would be happy to have some unspent money laying somewhere in a bank and not have any pending bills to pay.
I’m not that advantaged; may be the reason is because I work in a job I hate. I’ve read several inspiration books and family magazines and they all tell me that;-if you don’t find happiness in your job, you might never find it anywhere-. Well; I cannot ignore those worthy words of advice but all the same, happiness is not something you walk into; you don’t wake up one morning and find happiness waiting at the door post.
My current job takes about sixteen hours of my time to accomplish or as they say; to call it a day. I wake-up at five in the morning and return home around 10pm. During the 16 or so hours I’m working, I get four breaks of about twenty minutes each. The first break comes around 10am when I get my tea break; from there I make another two trips before lunch break around 1:30pm. Two more trips and another tea-break at 4pm; from then I might decide to continue till closing time or take another break depending on how busy my day has been. Put together, I get about an hour and half resting time in a day, minus that to my sixteen hours schedule and I’m left with an average of 14hrs behind the wheels.
I don’t lack happiness in my line of work because there is nothing exciting about my job; Nor because there is no money in matatu industry. No; I’ve had my share of good times and a wonderful learning experience. What I’m not happy about is the hours I’m putting in on this job. I don’t know why I ended up in this job and to be honest, it is not important right now. I guess the best I can do is get the most out of it while I can. The only problem I might be having in the mean time is; it looks like the matatu industry is getting the most out of me.
WHY NOT QUIT? I’ve considered it many times and almost did that sometimes back, but just when I was about to live up to my New Year resolutions, I come across a book titled- How to stop worrying and start living– the writer advised me to keep my supply line open until I have achieved my goals in my new venture. I don’t have any other means of settling my bills although deep down I know sixteen hours is enough time to work a regular job and get enough time to take-up evening classes. Every time I contemplate quitting, I imagine the embarrassing scene of my landlord knocking on the door with a chain of padlocks hanging on his belt or my son coming home in the evening handing me the head teacher’s note asking when I intend to clear my arrears.
There is Something about this two people that scares the hell out of me. At times, I imagine coming home one day with lots of money, pay house rent for five years in advance and then go out with the boys and come home at midnight; pretend I’ve had one too many and have confused the landlord’s door with the urinal. But that is just a fantasy that might never come to pass. I have a friend somewhere in Netherlands who promised me that one day, I will decide whether to fulfill my fantasy or not. That is still to be seen but I want to believe all will work for the better. In the mean time I want to hang onto my fantasy and keep smiling.