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Kwaheri Eldoret.

 If riding in a matatu doesn't make you want you to improve your life, then nothing will...because matatu is one of the humbling yet excruciating experience you have to live with, at least till you buy your own car. 

I look at my phone, it is 8:46 am, I feel like an early bird because then, at least I will get a matatu, travelling from Eldoret to Kisii, finishing school things you know. Reaching the booking office, I find a huge line, all of them struggling to fill up the countable number of matatus available. If you know me, then you know I have never been the rowdy, loud person. In trying to keep my gentlemanship intact I step aside and let them. You see, being mixed in this fiasco with an elderly 40 something-year-old Kisii woman is something you don't wanna find yourself in. It is like they throw their dignity out of the window. 

Finally I get mine, at around 10:26am, a good seat too...number one seat for those who use the matatu. This seat makes you feel like you walking on air. You are the only one who gets to have his own door haha. 

However, I sleep through most of the journey... I guess it is because I spend the better part of the night packing. Relocating is not an easy thing wadau. 

Well the next thing that wakes me up is a few screams from the back of the vehicle and the sound of screeching brakes... Immediately I wake up, I look at the drivers face has the look...you know that look of death? The frightened look of a man with a gun held to his face. At this point I give her the same look back, totally terrified but unaware of what is happening untill I hear a loud bang. Damn, we just hit a car. All these happening so fast man. The driver then brainlessly pulls off the road and comes to a halt a few steps away and people gasp at the Russian roulette he just tried on us...

Well, we spend a whole two hours on the scene trying to let the drivers 'elewana' because they seemed convinced if they call the police, it would be a magnified case for nothing. As if us getting a near death experience is nothing. What cross s my mind this whole time is the "if I had a car' thought. Because matatus are just something else. We thank God nobody was hurt and we still thank God it is just a Toyota axio, that one they can get to agree on terms because a few tausands can fix this. If we had hit a range rover or a discovery, then some of us me included could have started footing their way home because hapo there is no way out...anyway, Kwaheri Eldoret!







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