”Haaw meeeny Miinuuts remayning maay friend”,asked Feliks. I knew it was a Sunday and we were working the whole of Saturday night plus some few hours over time but Feliks was never bothered about time before.I looked at the Meter and boy,we were not even near our mark.
”Why are u so worked out,relax,we only got 45 minutes left and after that we’ll go to Oslo City and the rest,i don’t care,heck u can even go back to Poland if u want to”,I replied.
”I kaam with no kaar today.It is Sunday and train is two hours one train.I go call maay galfriend.Maybe she kaam take me”,He replied.
Aha,i thought.So the guy is in for it today but he was not alone.I was in for it with him too since that would mean i’ll have to walk for 15 minutes to reach the subway and then perhaps take a buss from the city center to my apartment and i didn’t like that.It was insanely raining and i was wearing a shirt and that was it.It wasn’t fair and every time i kinda plan for the bad that is to come,nothing wicked happens and now here i was being in a wicked moment.
Forty five minutes ended more quickly than i have initially thought.I wanted 15 minutes of it to chit chat around and drink 2 cups of Choco milk and 2 Cups of Cappuccino. Oy me and that machine are good pals but that was not to be.Not today at least!
I hit the shower ,slid my card in to that darn peeping machine and off i was,walking through the rain.
”when was the last time i had a rainy walk”?,I asked myself.
”Gee,it must have been a while”,I answered myself and i stopped,looked around and then looked ahead,put my hands in my pockets and slowly started walking towards the Underground.
Ten minutes later,i was at the underground.I entered,took the stairs and down i went. I headed for the timetable and just next to it stood an old Somali man who was in his late Sixties,a middle aged woman who was wearing a colorful hijab and a young woman who was decently covered but was wearing shades whilst standing there.This was strange for there was no sun,it is raining outside and we were in a subway.So i started having ideas but i never paid any attention to my lousy ideas.I just looked at the time table while enjoying the Catar that was coming off from the middle aged woman.I was standing there for like 7 minutes and by this time,my senses should have adjusted to it.But i wasn’t getting adjusted and if any, just when i thought that my senses finally registered and that i was adjusted, a new scent different from the previous one came along.”Gosh what did she use”,i silently murmured and she wasn’t even standing that much near to me.She was at least Four steps away from me.I think she mixed at least Five bottles of catar and this had to be a classic Catar coz it was wonderful.She just was a woman who knew her way around her catars and thats awesome,i thought.
Standing there for ten minutes was like standing there for some good two hours.The boredom was getting to me so i glanced at their direction and the Middle aged woman was staring at me. Maybe she was staring at my beard,i wasn’t bothered but i noticed a bench that was on their other side which was unoccupied,so i started walking towards them.I didn’t greet them though i was politely smiling while just looking down.
I sat and i took out my old and tired Cell phone and i started playing.I couldn’t understand and wondered why three adults who were probably bored couldn’t have a conversation.Everything was dead silent but little did i know of what was to come!
”Cabdiyow yarka ma soomali baa”,asked the Middle aged woman while she was almost patting the old man’s shoulder.
I didn’t look up and i didn’t need to look.I had a good left view from my left eye’s right corner.I stopped playing so as to pay more attention but i went on pretending to be playing.
”Maya ma aha Somali.Dhiig Eritrean ayuu leeyahay.Maweeydiya”,he replied.I could see the woman looking at my direction from my left eyes corner.
”Midhaa waa Eritrean Muslim ah,garkiisa dheer fiiri”,she said.
I almost laughed.The way she said it was funny but to further spice it up for her,i called a Sijui friend for a minute and i spoke in Swahili but with a very low voice.I thought that this would in a way help the woman to finely settle with the thought.
”Maryaney adigaa afka wadanka yaqaan ee bal weeydi”,murmured the old man again and this time he was Curious.
”Cabdiyoow adigaa yaqaan af ingiris ee adiga lahadal’’she persuasively replied.
The old man took a step ,stood over me and said;
”Greetings my brother”.
”Ow Greetings to u too”,i replied.I stood up and shook his hand.
”I and my family were just talking so forgive us,its boowring therefore that is what boowred pple do.
”Oh no problemo,i was also bored and hence why i am playing with cell phone”,i replied.
”Are u from Rwanda”?,I asked him.I wanted to help him with the setting and see his reaction.When the woman heard that,she and the girl joined us.I liked their curiosity.
”Noo we are from Somalia but Rwanda pple look very much like us too.some of them Oof koors”,he replied.
How strange i thought. I always knew Somalis claimed Tutsis to be originally from Somalia and i also knew that i got asked if i was a Tutsi before.Even an Eritrean woman once asked me if i was an Eritrean.She just spoke Tigrinya and by the time she realized i wasn’t one of their own ,it was too late.I even remember her name,Timnid but the old man and his Family had something the previous pple didn’t have. They were just extremely funny.His accent,the women’s responses and the whole setting was just hilariously funny and even more,i was enjoying myself
”Maxuu yiri”,exclaimed the woman.
”Sug wax yar Maryaney.Wiilka inaanu Rawandiis nahay ayuu na weeydiyey”.
”Maxuu isla Indho tiraya inaa Soomaali nahay wuuba noo jeedaye”,she asked and the old man wanting to interrogate me further,shushed her.
”Rawandiiska hooyo weey noo egyihin”,replied the girl to her mother.
”Where are u from”? Asked me the old man.
”I am from Kigali”,I replied.
The old man was in a state of disbelief and he looked at the woman and the girl and they both had that curiosity look.
”Maryaney ninka asagaaba Rawandiis ah”,he told them.
”Alla Rawandiiska waa dad qurxoon ileen”.At this point,i really couldn’t hold myself,i bursted in to a laughter.
Before i could really tell them anything,while still laughing and they laughing too,my Train came and i got in.It was hilariously funny but what still puzzles me is,i know why i was laughing but why were they laughing?All the same,i really did enjoy it,it was just crazily funny.
What puzzles me again is,how do Eritreans look and how can Somalis and Eritreans be differentiated? I never thought about it before but now i guess i’ll have to closely observe.When i came home,i told my friends about the story and one of them said ”Awalba Xabash baad eheed”.