I Am a Rain Caller — Yours in Truth and Gossip
The Rainbird is mythically associated with summoning rain. Photo/Facebook. Ladies and gentlemen, I, yours in truth and gossip, have come to a final conclusion: I am a rain caller. Yes, you heard me right. The universe, in its mysterious humour, has confirmed this not once, not twice, but on several occasions — I am one of those rare African souls chosen to sense the rain before the season even begins. And no, hii si story ya jaba. This one comes straight from the ancestors and a few visits to the pharmacy. You see, in Kenya, we all know the drill — two rainy seasons: short and long. We studied that in geography. But what they never told us in class is that there are people walking among us who can actually feel the rain coming. Not smell — feel. I happen to be one of those blessed (or cursed?) few. For years I thought it was coincidence, but the signs were always there. Every time the rains are about to start, I fall sick — a proper flu that knocks me down like a bag of wet ...