Survival for the loudest chap

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It's a Friday night in an eighth full matatu(team positivity) and I'm going wherever the party's at. I'm a little frustrated from frantic calls I'm getting from another fella and I won't pick them anyway. A raggedy brother hops in, looks around and he settles for where I am. I'm mad, what are all these empty seats for? I know I'm not looking pretty as my hair is held back with no much thought put into neatness. I'm in a trenchcoat and some random pants I jumped into hurriedly. Or it's that thing they say about you being who you attract?

I'm actually mad because he has a boiled maize on his left that he's gnawing at unapologetically and a fat avocado on his right. Wait, no, that's no crime. It's his chewing that's getting to my nerves.


"You can have a bite," he offers with his mouth full and pointing the maize at me. I'll pass lawfully. My reason being chewing maize is exhausting for me, so I'm no fan. Some corny excuse I know but we all know why I declined and he laughed it off. In that moment I thought it was really kind of him, and I smiled abashedly.

We hush for two damning(from his end) minutes, and the chatterbox decides to keep me busy with the story of his life. I like to listen to people, so yea, I'm all ears in as much as I want to look away at the street lights.

I'll call him seatmate (SM). SM gets a call from his well off aunt who lives in Toll. It's the typical African relative who reaches out to a nephew in shagz with the tune of an opportunity in the city where she's at. SM packs up a few clothes and in gratitude also loads some fresh farm produce from their shamba. The ambitious man wouldn't dare forget to stow his big city dreams, airtight, in the bag's side pockets.

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Comments

  1. Chumba6 February 2020 at 13:45

    SM's is a big heart, he thought you worthy of his avocado and that's kind. I wanted to hear more😭. Suspense sucks, even in intimacy, but it's what keeps us coming back for more. I love this piece.

    Say you won't leave us again. Please stay and warm our hearts like you've always done ❤️❤️

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    1. Monique11 February 2020 at 23:24

      I'm planning to stay a little longer. Buckle up. Sorry I left you hanging but I appreciate you taking your time ❤️

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  2. Anonymous6 February 2020 at 18:22

    I wonder who that fella is, with the frantic calls

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    1. Monique10 February 2020 at 09:31

      You and me both haha, should've picked up to find out

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  3. Unknown7 February 2020 at 12:03

    😊👏👏👏

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  4. Unknown8 February 2020 at 09:46

    Monique, you are quite a scribe.. But who is the fella with frantic calls... Alafu si you share the Avocado... Make me smile from your kindness 😂

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    1. Monique11 February 2020 at 23:22

      Yes, anything to see you smile, there's power in sharing that fruit. And thank you.

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  5. BK8 February 2020 at 21:21

    A lot of stories exist in matatus. Makes me opposed to plugging in my earphones and listening to the same music I listen to every-day nowadays. I even just look around and see the diversity. It's interesting.

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    1. Monique11 February 2020 at 23:26

      Me too Kibet. Gives one clarity and cosmic inspiration in a special way. Thanks for stopping by!! ❤️

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  6. Philip11 February 2020 at 18:42

    A really good read Monique. Keep on writing.

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  7. Unknown20 February 2020 at 12:42

    My first read from you Monique and I love it! Keep writing. Hope I'm not too late for an avocado share.

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    1. Monique31 July 2020 at 01:54

      There's never a bad time with avocado. I'll stack up some more. Thanks and stay put dear❤️❤️

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  8. ChroniclesOfToroitich19 May 2020 at 12:53

    Wow. I love the story. I'd like to know what happened next😭😂😂

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    1. Monique31 July 2020 at 01:55

      Hahaha, been thinking about it and subscribe. It's coming!!!! 😉

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  9. Unknown23 September 2020 at 01:08

    Nice article....I loved your vivid description. You have mastered the art of story telling 🥰😉

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  10. Unknown18 November 2020 at 15:21

    That's a nice read there I love it .

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