My morning started off a bit sluggish, with that feeling of just wearing jeans to the office, which I actually did, then seeing how it goes. So my usual routine went really well, with my tip toe mastery being excellent. My munchkin did not wake up, despite walking into that room almost 15 times. Finally i left the house and all was well. When I got to the bus stop, the current bus had one space left and unfortunately a guy rushed to it. So here I was stuck with the next totally empty bus but at least three other people joined me and we boarded and waited for the other 58 or so, to joins us. I kept myself busy with my phone as I waited for it to get full.
The journey began and I found myself a bit sad because the bus did not have music, but then again, it was an opportunity to enjoy the silence as I read through a few stories and posts in peace. Just before I finished my line of thought, I spotted the preacher just as she stood up to begin her word for the day. I have nothing against preachers, its just that I am not a morning person and I prefer to start hearing loudness from around 10 a.m. Did I mention I sat somewhere in the front? This just means her voice would be that much louder. Oh well, she began on a high note and started praying a few minutes later. It took a while and we paused and gave God the respect deserved. Just as she finished her prayer, the bus conductor’s voice became louder than her’s, “Kaa chini wewe, sitaki kushikwa na karao mimi. Unafikiria 30,000 za excess nitatoa?” (Sit down. I do not want to be arrested by the police. Where do you think I will get 30,000 shillings to pay a fine for carrying excess passengers ). For the next few minutes the lady continued standing silently while the conductor went on and on, until finally she decided to take her seat. All this while the little voice in my head was screaming silently, “Awkward!!”. I felt a tinge of sadness as she whispered that she has never been arrested, or a conductor for that matter, for preaching in a bus in the morning, and she would know as she does it daily. For once, I heard her speak in a fairly pitched voice. A few minutes later, she asked the driver to let her alight, but he convinced her to continue. The conductor now explained that we were out of Ngong road, where there were so many police men, preparing the road for the president, to go open the Nairobi Trade Fair. She could now go ahead. With tears in her eyes, she was able to calm herself down and continued with her planned sermon.
On the other side, traffic had build up and I was running late already. Coming from the village where we use Boda bodas (motor bikes) almost daily, I decided to take one from Yaya to get me to work as fast as possible. I alighted from the bus and headed towards the Boda parking place. When I got there, there were two available, but a guy came almost immediately and quickly picked one. I was left with the only one remaining. I began explaining to the guy where I wanted to go.
Talk of rude interruptions, and quite unceremoniously for that matter, a way lighter skinned guy (simply because I am not racist), came to where I was standing and began speaking to the same boda guy that I was speaking to. He went ahead to explain that he wants to go to Intercontinental Hotel. For the first few seconds, I stood there dumbfounded. Was I an invisible tree or perhaps my dark skin meant I could not afford it or maybe my jeans compared to his grey suit made me less important? When I finally brought myself together, I told the boda guy, its a first come first serve basis and got onto it, seeing as I am a pro these days. The shocked grey suited guy walked off in a huff as I clicked quite loudly. Geez, just as I was cooling off from the drama, the guy gave me the helmet. This one was cute but appeared small. Maybe I have a big head but of course I blamed it on the cornrows and the cute bun at the centre. So I told him, my head could not fit and he started getting angry saying he does not want to be arrested. What was with people and being arrested this morning? Anyway, he decided to give me his instead, to which I quickly agreed as I looked at the time. It fitted yes, but OH MY GOODNESS, the smell of sweat was killing me slowly.Has he ever washed this thing ever? I thought of all the disgusting things i could within that 6 minutes ride where he kept accelerating then decelerating like a mad man. But speed was not my worry as I could barely breath. As I gave him the cash, I thought how many more minutes I would have been late had I stayed in the bus until my stop, then walked to the office vis-a-vis dying out of holding my breath for 6 long minutes. For sure this will be a drama filled day. Try not to have one yourself.
Until next time…..