This morning I alighted as I always do at Tusker matatu stage. A quick glance at the newspaper headlines showed me what I already knew about the results of the Kenya Certificate of Primary Education. Some young boy was being hoisted onto the shouders of his friends to celebrate his succes in the exams. I quickly crossed the road barely avoiding a speeding matatu. I decided to use the backstreets and just check out things and people. I avoided passing right next to a barber shop that I rpeviously used to visit for my morning shaves. I just wasn't in the mood for being asked whether I wanted a shave.
I walked in the backstreets and noticed a hotel that I had never known existed. It was near the Akamba bus stage. Most Nairobians have taken the Akamba bus at some point in their lives. I last used it when I travelled from Mombasa with a lady that I shall call emerald. It was a bumby ride but the emerald presence by my side was like a shock absorber! Anyway, back to Nairobi and back to this morning, I walked into and along Tom Mboya street then crossed the road, then another road before I finally found matatu number 106 and paid ten shillings - a good bargain - until Gigiri where I alighted and walked a bit wearily along the UN Avenue.
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