In a while, we get to the first stage and people start alighting. The matatu is about to leave when a small-bodied gentleman asks the conductor to wait. A lady is following him closely. She gets in and the man who was with her practically shoves her as she does so. He gives the conductor the lady’s fare (I wonder whether he paid Kshs 70 like the rest of us), then turns to walk away without so much as a word to the lady, who is now seated relatively close to where I am. Thank God for the distance between us because she is drenched, the rain had soaked her to the skin!
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