Folks, ni Kubaya. This succinct summation means things are thick. So thick indeed, some six million Kenyans wielding phones can’t afford to place calls daily because they are hard up.
Now, now, I’ll admit I don’t usually return reverse calls, mainly because I thought some chaps are adept are “flashing,” which means dialling and disconnecting before the other party can receive the call. All you’ll experience is the buzz and then nothing.
The other reason for my hesitation is that I couldn’t quite comprehend why anyone wouldn’t spare just a shilling or two, if they had purchased credit worth any modest sum.
But if some six million Kenyans have been making reverse calls daily, then this means our folks aren’t bad mannered, as I suspect of those who try reverse calls on me; they have had a tough call of keeping in touch with the rest of the world.
We don’t know when the rains started beating us, though this is a time we really wished for the rains to come down, saturate our land with showers of blessings, turn the loads of fertiliser dumped in the ground into grains.
As for those who try a reverse call on me, I promise to call back, if I can figure a way of accepting the call. And if I can’t, I’ll certainly call back. It’s not much, but I’ll be doing something to help one of the six million Kenyans in distress.
In any case, tough times don’t last; tough people do. We shall overcome, someday, when freedom reigns for all.