First, a special thank you Miss Katho for giving me this topic.
Ok where to start, I moved into Jamu a couple of months ago. It is my first time to live on my own and I must admit, I really like it. I chose Jamu coz it was affordable, convenient, dusty ( wait a minute that wasn’t a plus). Seems that my choice wasn’t an isolated one coz I have a number of friends living in the J-Zone. Yeah, I’m trying to make it sound cool.
My 2 newly married couple friends( for those who failed math 2 couples = 4 people), who are truly family to me have made my stay in the J-Zone so worthwhile. Together with the ‘new wives’,we’ve discovered salons, learned to avoid the ones with drama, we’ve befriended the con-butchers, yes..they flip their scales when people are not watching. We know the special Anjera spots, where to buy cheaper fries, pre cooked beans. Stop looking at us like that, yes we eat beans. We can tell you which grocer has better ‘mbogas’ and which one wont like it if you ask her to peel the potatoes before you buy them.
I’ve also bumped into lots of people I forgot lived in the J-Zone. There’s the camera guy, the rapper guy, the voice-over guy, the sound guy, my childhood friends, the long lost relative and the list could go on. Truth be told, the J-Zone’s pretty much an okay place to live.
My bachelorette pad is perfect for me. I like the finishing and the fact that I only have 2 neighbours (technically).The J-Zone suits me fine by day because I’m just 5 minutes away from the morning bus. This allows me the luxury of leaving home at 8 am and getting to work by 8:28am. On some evenings, I walk home. (Some means about 4 times in the past months) Most evenings, I take public transport and I’m home in less than 20 mins. The days that I chose to see the J-Zone by night are usually over the weekend. Trust me, there isn’t much to see. I’m glad that the place I live is pretty safe at anytime of the night. Which reminds me that when I had just moved, there was regularly some drama that involved gunshots. It was fast becoming the regular thing to receive the ‘Are you safe’ texts from family and friends. The sound effects have pretty much died down or maybe I have become an even heavier sleeper. We’ll find out.
There have been stories doing rounds about another type of gunfire in the J-Zone. Gunfire that was attributed to boundaries crossed, personalities clashed, things said and done. Where there’s smoke, there’s fire. I got caught up in one of those episodes and I did not hesitate to make every single detail of it known.The part I don’t get is,it didn’t even happen in the hood but… (almost past that). This past week, there was another episode but with a very different cast yet with the same main star. These two incidents seem to have drawn more attention than necessary to the J-Zone. It struck me recently that; should it have happened in the A-Zone or in the Y-Zone, then those would be the areas in discussion. Mountains out of molehills, is the new industry we’re in. That said and done, it is a free country and consequently a free hood. Come and go as you please. I have no title deed in this place. I pay rent. Nevertheless, I do love the J-Zone. I’m not suggesting we start a ‘chama’ or we all start hugging the shopkeeper, the psycho hairdresser and the butcher but how about some love and respect for and in the J-Zone. Handle your business, I handle mine and when we all meet each other in the bus, smile and wave. You go your way, I go mine.
Happy Obama Day!!!