So after having moved to a lovely neighbourhood in the middle of a weird new area code, I have had to endure some serious matatu torture rides-and I mean TORTUROUS!
Why I am sure you ask-picture yourself on Jogoo road, but instead of driving towards town, you deviate to the other side of the road and drive against oncoming traffic (please note when you’re boarding the jav, they say jogoo road, town so obviously you assume its via city stadium past Muthurwa and presto, uko town!). Well this is not the case and some of us green ones learn this the hard way.
Back to my story-as the driver nonchalantly drives at 100kph against oncoming traffic, we sharply swerve and enter Shauri Moyo, against some more kidogo oncoming traffic. And the journey from there into the mazes of Eastleigh Sector 4 on some seriously bumpy, nonexistent roads over which the dere still pulls a 100kph over. And as you look around you fear for your life because of the existing perilous situations (both inside where death is possible from an accident and outside the jav where you could get jacked and thrown into one of the numerous sewage rivers running in the area or worse). Suffice to say by the time you get to town-hopefully in one piece (albeit with rattling teeth, bad back, heart in throat and purse and rosary/prayer beads tightly clutched in fist) you do not want to ever want to get into a 33/34jav ever again considering the crazy ride as well as the cost-kshs70-100 depending on whether its raining, there is mad jam or the kange feels generous! Unfortunately, jioni you’re back at the stage chilling for one to take you home and that will be in part of this storo
Ciao people
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