Drunk at 8:00am: NAOMBA SERIKALI

today was a good day, Although i went to bed late i was up and out of my house by 7:30am.i bought my copy of the daily nation exercised my eyes on pages of Kenyan and regional politics.while commuting on the second mini bus locally called Mat or Mat-3 i was lucky to find a vacant seat next to the driver, if you live in Nairobi you will know this is a find to kill for in traffic hours it means you get enough room to stretch your feet as opposed to  almost assuming a fetal position in the other seats..

But my comfort was not to last, as i scooted over and allowed the boarding passenger seating space beside me, and before i could adjust to this new arrangement my eyes and nose started watering, i started sniffing and then the stench hits me,,,,its 8:00am and this middle aged man in a crumpled suit in reeking of alcohol, bad breath, sweat and all the signs of some who didn't make it home last night and skipped on showering.
for those in African countries reading this, i am sure it seems like a Deja vous. with our unstable economies, the every growing taxes and food prices, the dwarfed salaries, the childrens school fees and  Ugali and Skuma wiki on the table, going home after work for most people is a night mare.

And with school just starting a new term, it is most likely one prioritizes to buy the necessities to send his/her kids to boarding school and risk bumping into the ignored landlord, and as mid-month draws near, and the panic level rises, many an African man resorts to dingy bars, scantily dress waitresses and the tab that is most likely to pile up with the rest of the bills needing clearance as the month closes.

And when he wakes up in the morning dreading the interrogation awaiting from the woman of the house, since most African women run home affairs, he opts for the scolding from his boss for his um presentable look which in comparison is a slap on the hand.

my train of thought is interrupted as i realized i was approaching my destination and out off panic i ended up alighting a stage before my actual stage, and there i saw them   men hanging around the building i am about to enter, their faces gloomy as the await to be picked by random passerby's for manual labor.
so in the famous Kenyan way " NAOMBA SEREKALI ITUSAIDIE". we ask the government to help us.