Ting!! Ting!! Ting!! Let’s do the count; well, 20, 10, 5, 1 shilling, 50 cents the 5 cents. That’s the financial worth of an ordinary campus student’s wallet at some point within the semester that is if privileged enough not to have a Safaricom one. So broke, dead so. The first coin is for breakfast, the second and third coins are for lunch then the other three will be the “bait” for more currency. My grandfather is the one who gave me the 5 cents coin. He said that “its presence in my possession will ensure I acquire more, maybe notes not necessarily coins”.
But I thought, realistically, that coin will never depart my wallet because it has absolutely no business worth out there. In fact, I usually-sometimes involuntarily (it is kind of a reflex)-shield it from the ever prying eyes of my roommates, course mates or anybody else from whom I need respect lest they make a big deal out of it. I know it will appear weird and funny.