August 2013

#MatatuChronicles : So much to write about today. Wow.
1. Someone must be interviewing these touts before they hire them. Tumejaa mat in record time.
2. Then the driver was so excited about that, he floored the accelerator n we sped off.
3. For several minutes, i couldn't see well.
4. The mat was full of greyish exhaust fumes.
5. Forgive me if i smell like a garage at work today.

Earlier this month...

18/9/2013...
#MatatuChronicles Chic in a mini and stockings just got into the mat. Caught me staring at her legs & I'm thinking...''Chic, *sigh* how did you get them so lean??? No thunder thighs going on there.'' I'm so sad :(

So much was lined up for us on #MatatuChronicles today! God is awesome. I sat near one gentleman, his face hidden behind three bulky paperbags full of, i dunno. For a brief moment, the empty seat between us stared back at us. So i asked him why not place his heavy stuff there...and then the tout behind us retorts, ''akiwekelea hapo alipie kiti'' o_O surely.
Someone behind me needs divine intervention.

12/9/2013...
Mentally repeating this word, mezesha over n over again...coz its just....wat is this?? Ok, #MatatuChronicles This jam is mezesha...
Me: ''mezesha...me.ze.sha. ME ZE SHA...mezesha...''
You: '' :-/ ''

7/9/2013....
#MatatuChronicles Last night, we reported mat Reg No. KAU _ _ _X for dangerous n careless driving, ear splitting loud music, n just generally lack of decorum n unruly behavior of the tout trying monkey styles swinging at the open door to the beat of a SHOUTING Kofi Olomide. Yes, to the police. Na iwe funzo kwa wengine. We are people, not a bunch of old potato sacks.


5/7/20013....
#MatatuChronicles Kila mtu hapa ako na touch screen phone. Eh, ni mimi tu. *qwerty-ing away with sad abandon*

I tell you the truth, hiyo stretch ya nyayo stadium stinks of bird poop. Yez. #MatatuChronicles

2/9/2013...
Gai...saa zingine ukiimagine vile wameweka loud music na kichwa inauma, unatafuta weapons of mass destruction na unazitumia without mercy. >:/ #MatatuChronicles


~Me Thinks ~
(Issorait)

Let's take a look back...

 

 

 

A few years back while enroute to Nairobi, a matatu overtook our car.

The mat was old, and even though the Michuki rules had not yet been enforced and Speed Governors were unknown, these guys were fully compliant.

But what struck me wasn't the rickety old thing, the sluggish way in which it overtook us or the bored shiny faces inside. It was the flock of chicken strapped on its rooftop. The mat driver was rubbing it in the chicken's narrow beaked faces how it really feels to fly. How low can a blow get? There they were, poor mindless chicken, feathers flattering in the wind, the sun in their faces, with only one care in the world...that they can't fly.

 

Let's be honest, that's how we all feel when we get into a matatu. Harassed.
And most times, though we don't know it when we board the matatu, as soon as it leaves the busstop, then the ride of our lives begins...
 

#Matatu Chronicles