Sometimes I wonder whether today’s generation of kids have outsmarted us all. I happen to be a very kind and quiet guy who has so much self-control and tolerance FYI.
Recently I was going home and as usual I had to take a matatu home. Am not accustomed to boarding the loud buses with graphitti like you do. Nor am I used to calling for uber taxis. Well I am in Nakuru after all. I find my way to the left seat at the back beside the window. I am forced to “remove” my dark-grey trench coat and rest it in my lap because of the heat inside.
The stuffy atmosphere of both sweat and different brands of cologne that sting my nostrils and nauseate me forcing me to struggle with the window until its wide open. Cool fresh air hit my nostrils and I almost sign loudly in relief for escaping the death sentence by toxins.
A robust woman almost twice the circumference of myself sits next to me. She tries her best to squeeze in the one seat left in the middle. In between us her small daughter. I find myself disadvantaged by her size and my large behinds. I feel compassion for the kid nonetheless and squeeze myself to the corner and she sits down.
I’m bundled at that back seat folding my elongated legs which out of height don’t seem to fit. I get my fingers busy and I open my whatsapp. I chat with my gorgeous woman. A conversation funny from both sides. I even smile at myself and insert the “tears of laughter” emoji. Her witty replies and lively conversation raises my spirits transforming my already bored body to a most lively spirit. So you know how my girl is good.
Then I close my eyes and look up to let the feeling sink. Breathing out as I wait for her to reply. Then when I’m half way closing my eyes, I see a smile. I peculiar smile from the little girl seated next to me. I check my trousers zip to check whether it’s intact. She could have been looking through that unfortunate glory hole. Fortunately it’s intact along with it’s contents.
Then I see her looking the white gadget on my hand. “Did she just read my texts?” All of my conversations exposed to a 7 year old. I don’t know whether it’s my funny jokes or hers or maybe I got poor vibe? Well I believe am better than all of you.