I love the mat episodes.. From the mat family, RIP Otieno Kajwang.. It is always triky to travel to tao from our ghetto between 7-8am. The mats are always few n since cueing is only for banks, struggle for the fittest prevails. With my feeble legs i tried my best and found myself in at last. The mat had only one seat that everyone else had avoided. The mat was already moving and i was happy to have a seat at a strategic position. I moved slowly to my seat smilling broadly. .Everyone smilled back, this made me feel like a star. Getting to the seat i discovered the smiles were meant for a different purpose. My neighbour to had this frowned face and avoided looking at me by all means. The fair, plus size lady had nearly filled the two seats. The space left was too small for anyone to sit. Everyone waited to see my next move. I moved slowly and squeezed myself on this space that i fitted comfortably. ntakulipia hiyo kiti usijali she cooed smothly after a few people took deep breathes after confirming tht the space was actually enough. Urefu ni wa Mungu, upana ni bidii yako kijana the conductor said as she came to collect his dues.h
Posted on: Wed, 19 Nov 2014 04:45:18 +0000
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