Datundo

The matatu is full to capacity. The driver gives life to the engine. We are just about to head towards our destination. The four seated passengers on each row are burning with anger and are probably hungry. Some start grumbling and squabbling, throwing words left to right. The frustration is tangible. One passenger claims he boarded first and hence will be the last human to pay the required fare. “Leta nauli wee Mzee.”   The other passengers pick up where the driver stopped. “Lipa fare twende” It’s 2227 hours, his speech is blarred. He is profusely drunk. Then someone complains of a pungent smell. It is so disgusting that   even the backbenchers are trying in vain to open up the windows. The first eight passengers get out of the matatu. “WEWE VAA VIATU,” someone shouts from the crowd of those standing out of the matatu.. This mlevi guy had removed one shoe and was untying the other shoe. “WEWE VAA VIATU” yelled the driver.   “ABIRIA WANA SHUKA KWASABABU YA HARUFU MBAYA” “...