It's Me Scumbag
Elder Lister
You sit in the infamous Mombasa Road traffic and feel tense. But then you think you ain't in no shit like the guy whose car has just given up the ghost in the jam and vehicles have started moving.... the bonnet is up, he is busy getting high on the most expensive fuel in the world., fuel pump haifanyi. And it's a 'new' car KCsomething D.
As you marvel at his stress levels,some lass (they use their sexuality on you ndo ununue hizo goggles) sides up to your window and courteously asks if you need goggles for the hot bright sun...nini inakuwanga mbaya na hawa watu? You feel like scréaming 'kwani wewe ni mjinga, huoni niko na photochromes on? You politely tell her miwani yako iko tu chojo hutaki goggles. Na jumping rope unataka? She asks... God give strength. I am lighter that light featherweight sitaki kurukaruka for whatever reason... As she leaves you stare at a pedestrian
And look at other fine creatures of the human kind that would make you turn into a @Mongrel and not feel shame on you at all.
The jam started moving again and you get distracted. In the next car,an argument is clearly taking place and you thank your gods that you do not have to commute with the mother of that young man who calls you dad. You silently say a prayer for them wherever they are.
You are speeding now but a PSV christened Smoke City Gravitas reduces your speed to a crawl as the driver(methinks he doesn't even know what Gravitas means,if he does,kudos to him) cuts infront of you as they are won't to do.
You wish you could be done with this commute but that is the sadness of your life as created by the government that looses 2B bob every day where everyday people walking outside public institutions mysterious hear gods voices directing them to go in and collect ready made tender documents inside.
Some how that spanish saying que sera sera finds it's way into your mind and you choose to think of better days before All That Nglitas shudren could only speak Kiswahili and not Deusch...
The commute continues and you wish to stop and have a puff puff pass episode (Smoke City anyone?) Then you remember the next nearest smoking zone in the green city in the garbage is more than 5 Kms away... Machos tu.
As you marvel at his stress levels,some lass (they use their sexuality on you ndo ununue hizo goggles) sides up to your window and courteously asks if you need goggles for the hot bright sun...nini inakuwanga mbaya na hawa watu? You feel like scréaming 'kwani wewe ni mjinga, huoni niko na photochromes on? You politely tell her miwani yako iko tu chojo hutaki goggles. Na jumping rope unataka? She asks... God give strength. I am lighter that light featherweight sitaki kurukaruka for whatever reason... As she leaves you stare at a pedestrian
And look at other fine creatures of the human kind that would make you turn into a @Mongrel and not feel shame on you at all.
The jam started moving again and you get distracted. In the next car,an argument is clearly taking place and you thank your gods that you do not have to commute with the mother of that young man who calls you dad. You silently say a prayer for them wherever they are.
You are speeding now but a PSV christened Smoke City Gravitas reduces your speed to a crawl as the driver(methinks he doesn't even know what Gravitas means,if he does,kudos to him) cuts infront of you as they are won't to do.
You wish you could be done with this commute but that is the sadness of your life as created by the government that looses 2B bob every day where everyday people walking outside public institutions mysterious hear gods voices directing them to go in and collect ready made tender documents inside.
Some how that spanish saying que sera sera finds it's way into your mind and you choose to think of better days before All That Nglitas shudren could only speak Kiswahili and not Deusch...
The commute continues and you wish to stop and have a puff puff pass episode (Smoke City anyone?) Then you remember the next nearest smoking zone in the green city in the garbage is more than 5 Kms away... Machos tu.
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