GenZ Girls Wuueh?,

 

Be nice, Always!

It’s been an hour twenty-seven minutes to be precise.

Boarded a Super Metro from Ngong. A “nganya” as we used to call it back in the day. After about 20 kilometers, an elderly lady boards the matatu. A few people had alighted, and so sitting space was in plenty.

An elderly lady boards the matatu. She is aged, so much so that she couldn’t comfortably carry the luggage she had.

She staggered to the nearest seat. As she was preparing herSelf to gracefully sit, the driver moved the bus then braked a bit and then off he drove.

This happened in less than five seconds. The lady was plunged into her seat with so much force that I could see a few particles of dust around her.

No sooner had she sat than the young lass shouted “MOVE AWAY FROM ME, YOUR ARE LIKE MAKING MY OUTFIT DIRTY.” She went on without batting her eyelid “THIS SCUTCH IS IMPORTED, MOVE!”

There was total silence in the matatu. 

I watched in horror as the elderly lady tried to push her body away from the young girl. She looked more or less like her great-grandchild.

She could not move irrespective of how hard she tried. 

Without any form of warning, the shouting girl pushed the elderly woman away. Stood up, hoping to move to another seat.

In the process of pushing the elderly woman,  her body swayed to the left as the driver suddenly stepped on to his brake pedal and the lady came tumbling down to the floor of the matatu. 

How I stretched out my leg to protect the lady from banging her head on the floor can only be described as a miracle. Then an uproar ensued. Everyone in the bus was baying for her blood.

In fact, an expectant mother slapped the GenZ girl so hard right in the middle of her face yelling “HAUNA ADABU WEWE.”

Weird enough as if what this girl had done wasn’t wrong in her own right, she retorted to insults. Word that can’t be typed.

Concurrently, the conductor said that she was her passenger and that she couldn’t be forced out of the vehicle. I lifted up my head, then my right hand shot up with a hundred shilling note. Gave it to the conductor and told him “ I want the girl out.” I dared the driver to move the vehicle.

Then another hand shot up with a note, I couldn’t tell the amount or currency. Then another and another and soon, the conductor was like he was receiving bus fare for the second time.

The young girl couldn’t believe what was happening.  “HOW CAN ALL OF YOU SIDE WITH THIS DIRTY LADY?”

She started her walk of shame t towards the door which was ajar. She started crying and then wailing.

Honestly, the young girl's dress had a patch, which somehow looked discolored. It was brilliant yellow outfit with a huge brick-red patch on her hip.

I was sudden both for the elderly lady who was also tearing up and repeatedly muttered, “why did you chase her out?