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Strangers in the night

11 months ago, 10 Jan 02:10

By: Magunga

The matatu did that thing Number 14s do where they lie ati they are going through MEC road route, and then they do not. Instead, it took us to Madaraka and then dropped us at that new mall next right across the road from T-Mall. The one with Charlies Bistro. I was not in the mood to start demanding to be taken to Moi Educational as promised, so we just alighted, cursed the matatu as its engine whisked it away into the night. It is too early in the year to be getting into it with conductors, I figured. Peter, my little cousin who we had come from tao with, stood on that zebra crossing, watched lights come in white and leave in red, then crossed. This is Nairobi bana. Pedestrians do not have right of way anywhere.  Not even at a pedestrian crossing. Not when you do not wish to die a violent death anyway. Just as we had crossed the side heading to tao, a hooting tore into the 10pm TMall roundabout darkness. We turned just in time to see a saloon car miss a silhouette and a hand from the driver’s seat show it a middle finger. I could not see who the stupid idiot was, but from the shape of her shadowy frame, I could make out that she was a woman. Lakini why was she crossing the road at a round about? She must have either been crazy, drunk or having a death wish. Kwanza with the way motis descend that Mbagathi Way hill!! “What is she doing?” I asked Peter, “Why is she crossing like that?” Another pair of cars approached from Langata Road, and she still insisted on going round the roundabout, walking on the inner lane, headon against the oncoming traffic. Naaaaah. She did not look drunk, or like an idiot. If she was, she would have run back to the pavement after the first close shave. This one had something else going on. Something seemingly more dangerous. She simply did not care. The way she did not even sidestep to miss a vehicle, how she just defined her own path and stayed on course, she seemed like either a badass or someone who had run out of shits to give. Peter started walking away. I gave him my stuff to go home with. “Just go. Nitakupata mbele.” This lady did not look like she was doing this out of bravery. She walked in small bemused steps, hands crossed on her chest, like she was hugging herself, or trying to guard her heart. I jogged up and met her on the other side of Langata Road, the side heading to Shell Langata. And the moment I stood two feet away from her, it all made sense. She was trembling, not from the cold, but from crying. You know, those shudders and spasms that consume your body when you are fresh from a proper bawl? Deep down, I had hoped that she was ...
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Strangers in the night

11 months ago, 10 Jan 02:10

By: Magunga
The matatu did that thing Number 14s do where they lie ati they are going through MEC road route, and then they do not. Instead, it took us to Madaraka and then dropped us at that new mall next right across the road from T-Mall. The one with Charlies Bistro. I was not in the mood to start demanding to be taken to Moi Educational as promised, so we just alighted, cursed the matatu as its engine whisked it away into the night. It is too early in the year to be getting into it with conductors, I figured. Peter, my little cousin who we had come from tao with, stood on that zebra crossing, watched lights come in white and leave in red, then crossed. This is Nairobi bana. Pedestrians do not have right of way anywhere.  Not even at a pedestrian crossing. Not when you do not wish to die a violent death anyway. Just as we had crossed the side heading to tao, a hooting tore into the 10pm TMall roundabout darkness. We turned just in time to see a saloon car miss a silhouette and a hand from the driver’s seat show it a middle finger. I could not see who the stupid idiot was, but from the shape of her shadowy frame, I could make out that she was a woman. Lakini why was she crossing the road at a round about? She must have either been crazy, drunk or having a death wish. Kwanza with the way motis descend that Mbagathi Way hill!! “What is she doing?” I asked Peter, “Why is she crossing like that?” Another pair of cars approached from Langata Road, and she still insisted on going round the roundabout, walking on the inner lane, headon against the oncoming traffic. Naaaaah. She did not look drunk, or like an idiot. If she was, she would have run back to the pavement after the first close shave. This one had something else going on. Something seemingly more dangerous. She simply did not care. The way she did not even sidestep to miss a vehicle, how she just defined her own path and stayed on course, she seemed like either a badass or someone who had run out of shits to give. Peter started walking away. I gave him my stuff to go home with. “Just go. Nitakupata mbele.” This lady did not look like she was doing this out of bravery. She walked in small bemused steps, hands crossed on her chest, like she was hugging herself, or trying to guard her heart. I jogged up and met her on the other side of Langata Road, the side heading to Shell Langata. And the moment I stood two feet away from her, it all made sense. She was trembling, not from the cold, but from crying. You know, those shudders and spasms that consume your body when you are fresh from a proper bawl? Deep down, I had hoped that she was ...
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