The matatu operation really did a number on me today. 😒 made people late for work and had me paying fares that I wasn’t used to paying 😭😭
I got to the stage and the fare was a lot more than I usually pay 😮. I thought the conductor was being greedy 🤩, and I decided to join the crowd of people looking at him dejectedly as he called out the fare 😔. 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 💰. 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 😳
I relaxed, it was one pocket, I had another to check. 😏
I dipped my hand in.
At this point the tapping has turned to grabbing. 😡 “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. 😒 He snickers, showing teeth that have chewed too much miraa but haven’t been brushed enough.
“Nyinyi tumezoea, 😒😒 mnatuma alafu mnareverse, sijazaliwa leo, haiya! ni utoe pesa ama ikue mbaya 😡😡”
At this point, I’m preparing to fight 😭😭. 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 😭😭 but my brothers in the matatu are abandoning me at my hour of need.
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 😟😟
I prepare for my impending fight, listening to the conductor make derogatory remarks about light skin people and them being all style, no substance 😭😭 knowing I can’t talk back lest I get the smoke right there in the vehicle. 😒😒
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 😎😎.
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??? 😒😒😒
From today going forward. I’m keeping a spare 200 bob, hidden in 50/= denominations, in different pockets of my bag 😬😬 Also the world belong to askers. Also, I need to bulk up, because as I currently weigh, I don’t want any smoke 😌😌😂😂