The matatu operation really did a number on me today. ๐Ÿ˜’ made people late for work and had me paying fares that I wasn’t used to paying ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

I got to the stage and the fare was a lot more than I usually pay ๐Ÿ˜ฎ. I thought the conductor was being greedy ๐Ÿคฉ, and I decided to join the crowd of people looking at him dejectedly as he called out the fare ๐Ÿ˜”. After a while, I decided that 50/= wasn’t worth getting late for and I took a matatu.

Midway through the ride, someone tapped my shoulder, an indication that my fare was due ๐Ÿ’ฐ. I was wearing my brown kaki pants today, they have shallow back pockets so I use my front pockets for storage.

I dipped my hand into my pocket. NOTHING ๐Ÿ˜ณ

I relaxed, it was one pocket, I had another to check. ๐Ÿ˜

I dipped my hand in.

At this point the tapping has turned to grabbing. ๐Ÿ˜ก “kijana unataka kuitishwa fare mara ngapi??

I ask him for his M-Pesa number. Say I’ve lost my money but I will pay him via mobile money. ๐Ÿ˜’ He snickers, showing teeth that have chewed too much miraa but haven’t been brushed enough.

“Nyinyi tumezoea, ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’ mnatuma alafu mnareverse, sijazaliwa leo, haiya! ni utoe pesa ama ikue mbaya ๐Ÿ˜ก๐Ÿ˜ก”

At this point, I’m preparing to fight ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ. Cause I can’t seem to find any money and Mr. Extortionist here looks ready to get his money by all means necessary.

I turn around and look at my fellow passengers. The men are on their phones, acting like it’s not about to go down if I don’t raise money. If I was a girl, I’d have had someone offer to pay my fare ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ but my brothers in the matatu are abandoning me at my hour of need.

It almost went down ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

The girls looks seem to ask, “sasa wewe, na vile umevaa nguo za mapesa ata mtu anaeza dhania ni Uber imecancel, na ata matatu huwezi lipa” I couldn’t even ask for no favours ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ๐Ÿ˜Ÿ

I prepare for my impending fight, listening to the conductor make derogatory remarks about light skin people and them being all style, no substance ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ knowing I can’t talk back lest I get the smoke right there in the vehicle. ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’

I was putting my phone away in my back pack to prepare for my match, when I asked to sell credit to my neighbour. Luckily, he agreed and even if he paid 70 for a 100 bob credit. I got out of a fight ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿ˜Ž.

Needless to say, the ride to my stop was awkward. It was a silent matatu, the conductor having no reason to keep talking trash, and I not knowing whether to rub it in his face or be the bigger man and let it go. Where’s music when you need it??? ๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’๐Ÿ˜’

From today going forward. I’m keeping a spare 200 bob, hidden in 50/= denominations, in different pockets of my bag ๐Ÿ˜ฌ๐Ÿ˜ฌ Also the world belong to askers. Also, I need to bulk up, because as I currently weigh, I don’t want any smoke ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

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