I am darn beat. Honestly I should have been told grown up wasn’t for me. My shoulders are literally sagging..
Oh well, I could complain but I won’t.. maybe I will.. that’s the sole purpose of this post..
See, am still poor.. so no car.
I am at the backseat of a matatu.. stop hoping that it’s peaceful.. if you thought I can sleep in this bus ride, you probably should visit Kenya.
The music is blaring and I would swap my brother Sam for a moment of peace.. Honestly, take him..
The back seat is kind enough to hold five of us. Am sandwiched between my tribe people; a young girl and an old man..
Life is weird..
Their phones ring at the same time and now my life is hanging in between a girl trying so hard to speak in slay queen accent and an old man saying
‘Haroo.. haroo… herooo.. ‘ I think he means Hello, and his ears aren’t as good..
Not to add stale breaths.
Honestly, all of you.. don’t pick calls in buses.. you are making poor people’s lives miserable..