Mind Your Garbage

One day I was in a matatu ….ok, this is not the way to begin this story. Am always in a matatu..it’s my daily means of transport. So on one of my daily journeys by matatu, I decided to sit in front, left. I think this is the most comfortable seat, and the one in the middle is the most uncomfortable. Am referring to the 14-seater Nissans. Not the mini-bus matatus.

Anyway, this gentleman in a suit decided to take the middle seat. He had on his religious white scarf on his head (mkorino…what’s it in English?). He carried with him a paperbag whose contents I did not know until the matatu started zig-zagging out of town. Out he took this big bottle of Yoghurt and a straw. I dont know about you, but there is just something odd about a man in a suit with yoghurt and a straw. It’s like a man in a suit chewing gum, or licking a big lollipop.

While we were nearing campus, the gentleman having sucked the life out of the bottle, he casually leaned into my face, extended his arm out of the window, and threw the bottle, the straw and the black polythene paper into the grass. I couldn’t believe it. I looked at him, hoping to see…shame? mortification? regret? But he was just casually glancing around.

There are many people who irritate me. Those who mispronounce my name. I’ve been called Sevvy..etc, the women who will take the whole sidewalk and you are in a hurry, those who call me mresh, the list is endless, but the worst are those who throw garbage anywhere.

I know I cannot save the world. And am not trying to. I just feel if everybody took responsibility for their own garbage, the world would be a cleaner place. I can’t believe I was so mad at that guy, I could not give him a lecture there and then.

The Kenyan Anorexic

This post was first published at Butterfly

I am tired..tired of listening to your whines.

Picture this…we decide we are having fruits for lunch. It’s a girl pack thing. You find a group of friends together at lunch time and they’ll order the same thing. So someone suggests fruits and we all go like, “why not, Yeah..am fine with that, I don’t feel like eating anyway..” But you know me. I have my own mind…that’s why I’ll agree to the absurd fruits-only lunch when I’ve had chapatti for mid-morning snack at tea time.

“Am so full….this mango is so big…” you’ll start.

“I think I have a very small stomach…” you’ll continue before I have the chance to tell you the mango you have selected is one of the smallest, it’s full of water and in an hour the water will be gone from your stomach and you’ll be yawning away.

“And you know I didn’t even take tea…it’s so far away.” Ok, the distance can put you off, but for me tea is brought right there and let me not say how many cups I took.

We finish up with the fruits (a slice of pineapple, water melon and good-sized mango later) and as we walk back, we admire some suits and some kid’s clothes hanged by the side of the road.

“I like that gray one…and the blue one, the third from your right.” A says.

“Yeah..the gray one is nice, also that green one, the one with ..that one, yes.” I join in.

“Imagine none of those can fit me.” You add.

“And the green one?” I ask.

“That is so big…am very slim. I can’t find clothes that fit me anywhere.” Oh really? How about the rows and rows of jeans I usually admire but they can’t get past my knee? And my other friend who’s small with really nice clothes, does she tailor them herself? I should be telling you this but then you go ahead..

“Am the smallest in the family…they usually force me to eat. I don’t even take lunch. And even if we go for lunch, I wont finish.”

“Maybe that kid skirt can fit me…” But those are clothes meant for children!

That’s it. Tomorrow am going for lunch alone. But I think you should google anorexic models pictures. They are very scary.