“I'll text you guys when I finally get home” you say to your friends. Even though you never really text, you just say this out of habit. It sounds nice to say. It's better than saying “Goodbye guys!”. You're not yet thinking about money.

You wake up the next day and say “Let me go and eat” but curse out the fridge as soon as you realize that you hadn’t re-stocked the fridge because of "Drink-cember shenanigans" which had you eating out every other night.

Reality is slowly creeping in. Your phone beeps “Please be sure to send that report… we need it now”. It's your boss, you curse “Kwani hakuwa ameenda holiday? People should get a life”. It’s the new year.

You are seriously hangover, hungry and have a pending report. The pending report reminds you of when you were in school and suddenly remembered “Haiya, sijafanya holiday homework?” after the December holidays were done.

You check all of your unread texts as you ask “Kwani huyu ni dem gani alikuwa ananitafuta?”. But its not a girl. It’s the bank notifications. Somwhere along the party mood of December, you lost touch with reality. “Waiter, leta round moja. Haraka!” Your bank account makes you want to cry, so you choose to do it nobly in the shower.

It cant get any worse but it does. All the bills notifications are catching up. “Your bundle is expiring, please pay for the internet" ...Kenya power pre-paid meter "beep beep beep beep..." your relatives say "Ulisema uttusaidia kulipa fees ya toto, please send some money home, I was bitten by a snake”

The holidays are gone. The reality is here. Njaanuary is coming...