NYUMBA NDOGO

This i how i choose to remember those three days. Like you were mine alone. Every waking moment, your gaze was solely on me. Am I a fool to romanticise it? I hope you felt the same way. I remember this one night….We just talked and flirted and told truths, and lied(read kupangwa) and thenContinueContinue reading “NYUMBA NDOGO”

The little miracle at the bustop. Today after work i had to decide whether to get a matatu at westlands stage or to wait for kileton buses at 14th riverside. I chose the latter. Obviously this was going to be shorter and less walking. So i wait. tik tok. Its now been half an hour. All matatus are coming in full. Today they are actually folling rules so no excess passengers. We are all tired . It’s now a game of survival for the fittest. I have missed all 5 buses because i am lightskin and i cannot for the love of God time properly where the bus will stop. I give up and stand at the back. Sasa whatever gappens happens. Nimeachia mungu(I’ve left it to God). I actually say a small prayer. The strangest thing happens. This matatu has only one space. The tout points at me and says “huyu ndiye atapanda.” Everyone has to watch me walk. Those who were scrumbling at the door move to excuse her highness madam privilege. I am in shock. What did i do to deserve this. Turns out he had mistaken me for someone he know….nonetheless that was my small miracle.