In my career, where you sit down and count other people's money all day, life is usually already unforgiving.
Balance sheets, statements, standing orders...
It is a dog's life.
I usually tell people that if not for football, then life wouldn't have been worth living.
Supporting Gor Mahia is what makes my life worth talking about.
Even though I will never be a millionaire, I'm one when I put on that Gor jersey.
Even if it costs a lot of money to be a fan like me, I enjoy it and every moment I spend with that green jersey on my skin is worth a lifetime.
And despite at times there being lots of negativity surrounding that famous green jersey, I will defend it with all I have.
My beloved Gor Mahia.
Over the weekend, when Western Stima beat the other team, it finally dawned on me that I will for once attend a derby that has huge significance.
I am not the oldest man on earth, so sadly, I was not a spectator of the great rivalries during the early and mid nineties.
In recent years, the derby matches have tended to be small fishes in the deep sea kind of games, because we have always played for pride, more than anything.
This time round though, it has meaning.. there is purpose for once.. the two greatest clubs in Kenya's history are also the two best league teams.
What a joy, what an occasion.
This week, I just can't wait for Sunday.
I will count as much money as I can and will look forward to the week passing by as fast as it can. If it means marking out each day on the calendar, I will do so.
Because, this week, there is something special to look forward to, something I have not witnessed in my life.
A thing of rarity, a thing of beauty.. a rivalry of men, a clash of titans.. battle of wits...; call it what you may, think of it how you want.
Ooh Sunday.. where are you?
Six days to go!