A matatu along Nairobi's Uhuru Highway at dawn. While matatu's tend to be cheap, Nairobi residents have to bear with various risks in return As I got into a matatu, I couldn't help not having her catch my attention. She was like they are meant to be in Africa, tall, dark and striking beautiful. If you doubt me, you should have seen her smile, which is convincing enough , white and dazzling like the African ivory the East clamours. She looked familiar, and this was convinced by the I have seen you somewhere before look that she gave me. This was soon confirmed as she proceeded to greet me and indulge me in talk. Teachers are so confident. We went to the same campus and she was a friend of a friend of mine, who apparently used to narrate to her stories about me. I didn't get to find out how bad the stories were. Our matatu soon left the bus station , and the driver bullied his way into Haile Selassie avenue. Our conversation was traded between rows, as I h
Kenya, Africa: General life and a dash of ICT usually with a satirical and critical sprinkling.