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