This ramble was inspired recently as I waited for the matatu to fill up one afternoon.
I love the guy that passes by, wearily dragging his cart but with a look of determination;
I love the teenagers leaving against the wall, two boys full of swagger probably waiting for their friend;
I love the woman who passes by, she looks like she could do with some fashion tips;
I love the young lady that struts after her, heels clacking on the pavement and white underwear showing;
I love the conductor with his self confidence and sexual appeal as he tries to persuade the pretty girls to board his matatu;
I love the man in official clothes who looks like he’s headed for a lunch meeting;
I love the Indian Kenyan guy who settles in beside me, his sleeves folded to reveal hairy arms and his eyes glued to his phone;
I love the couple in front of me, they’re whispering into each other’s ears and look like they need a room;
I love the girl that has just come into the matatu, weave on her head swinging from side to side;
I love the driver with his toothpick, he has just switched on the engine.
I love Kenyans, that’s all I meant to say.
LMAO!! This is so nice!
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A belated happy birthday in arrears! Hope the day was enjoyed by all yourself included!
PS:”I love the couple in front of me, they’re whispering into each other’s ears and look like they need a room;”
How times change! I remember when couples holding hands in public was a big deal. Yours is truly the youthful generation
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Been a way for a while. Howz u Savvy?
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I just saw this. I’ll let u know wen I’ll be in on a weekend u come visit. 🙂
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Wewe Savvy you are very naughty am sure you are trying ti hold back.
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Reading that, I think it is fair to say Kenyans love you too
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Hi, didn’t know about you until I read your story in the Daily Nation today. Keep it up, you surely are doing a good work
Njenga
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Well there sure are a lot to be loved in all parts of the
world. It just boils down on how each and every one of us would look at it.
Hayden Reuter
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