That is it!I have had it with matatus.I just got to work,rained on like a rag in a bucket,shivering,and with my ruined hair in tow.I had an alright day,I took off my braids,washed my hair,had a good meal after surviving for two days on on two oranges,sugarless coffee and a chapo,and no,am not on a diet,its called having too much to do in too little time.So I left home looking forward to a cool night at work,i get in a matatu,and I am not making this up but i think all Limuru drivers trained at Wa Jimmy driving school.Even i who cant tell a clutch from a gear can make a better driver.They are lunatics,mavericks in their road unworthy javs. They stop at stages that do not exist to drop and pick passengers, and even though they are forever packed, they is always room for two or three people.nkt.They all have a thing for Mbussi alafu,i don’t get him half the time!
Today,i was fortunate my neighbor was not breathing down my neck craning his own neck desperately reading my texts,It was a lady who decided to start separating and sorting her shopping while elbowing me all through,definitely not what i signed up for but no,am not complaining,yet.Somewhere near Limuru it started raining and the lady wanted to alight,so i had to alight first and make way for,”dear lady,take as much time as you need to come out,no i don’t mind getting wet,si after this am coming to your house for a change of clothes?”I was LIVID!! How do you take six whole minutes to alight from a mat?Were you by any chance sitting in the upper Decker?Who does that?Anyway that is how i got wet first.
After that episode i did not expect any more drama.A guy got in and sat next to the driver and he was a such a loud mouth,no i do not have issues,in fact i do not mind loud mouths i find some of them funny but this particular one was just annoying.He wouldn’t just shut up!He kept a constant chatter,feeling the need to let the whole mat know about his day and stuff like that.We were now on the fly over a few minutes to limuru,a lady was frantically waving trying to stop the mat flaring her hands all over,for a moment i took pity on her as she stood there in the rain as the harsh bright headlights glared on her face.
She begged the conductor to help her,she had luggage lying under the bridge and was willing to pay any amount of money,the driver was not hearing any of it,for starters it was raining heavily and it meant going back and under the bridge,annoying,yes?The loud mouth next to the driver pleaded with the driver telling him to imagine she was his mother bla bla bla.I thought,kwisha! she is a kidnapper under false pretenses-too many movies. Well,two minutes later we were under the bridge,the mama did not have luggage,she had loads and loads of everything that grows in Kinungi,a gunia of waru,three more of carrots,peas and cabbages.The mat had three passengers,the loud mouth,some guy and me.The kange implored us to alight and help load the gunias in the mat,keep in mind that the torrential rain was pounding furiously. I really wanted to act like a brat but no,if we were gonna get to limuru in time i just had to get out and help.So there we were in the mud and mad rain,hurdling the loads of baggage in the mat,ten minutes later we were done,rained on,full of mad and with a loud mouth who was feeling really proud of himself.He changed seats and sat behind me,next to the lady we had ALL just helped.In hushed tones,he shamelessly asked the lady for payment claiming that he had played a really big part in scoring her stuff seats.He squeezed thirty bob from the lady,who was not very excited about that.Can you believe that moron?
That is how i got to limuru,the ride to Tigoni was a little uneventful so nothing to say about it.But that was too much drama for one night,i think i might have picked a cold in all that rain,na sio kujipenda.On the real though,am saving for a car ata kama ni probox, I cant deal with that every day of the week.