When disaster strikes

I wake up early in the morning feeling so good. It's a Friday, the only day of the week that I love spending. When I leave home, I got ksh50...enough only to get me to town. I get my ATM card,put it in my jeans pocket and walk to the bus stop with a huge smile on my face as I listen to Jessie J's song...'do it like a dude'
I get into the matatu, pay the fare and get ksh 20 change. I alight at Agip and walk slowly to Kenyatta avenue where my bank is. I peep into the ATM lobby and notice it is empty. This is good news for me since I loath making queues. Two seconds after I walk in,a security guard walks up to me and says 'madam, ATM haifanyi kazi leo'. I started causing tantrums on why he had called me madam before realizing that I couldn't withdraw money. Walking out of the bank a very disappointed lady, I walk to harambee avenue to withdraw money from the other branch of my bank. Sadly, I am told the problem is countrywide and I cant even withdraw over the counter.

This is me, with ksh 20 between me and poverty and a phone that is almost dead. Stupidly, I started listening to music. By the time it hit me that I could call my mama to Mpesa me cash, my phone's battery charge was 5%. I cross my left fingers, make the sign of the cross, cross my right fingers, kneel down then call my mama. My phone just died after I had asked for money and my mama telling me that she will send the money at night. When I don't need money, my mama sends it immediately, when I am desperate, she sends the money hours later. (The sad part of my life)
At this point, I need divine intervention. I am not used to having a lot of disasters on one day especially because I have to subject my poor brain to too many destructive thoughts such as robbing a bank. This is when my daftness level rises from 51% to 99%.
Lesson learnt: never leave home with ksh 50...lest disaster strikes.

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