Re-living a brush with death

She was determined to make it a good day.You see this lady is the black lace top and high waist-ed vintage skirt was determined to make her rainbow. So here she was , heels clinking as she crossed the street, "Clunk Clunk Clunk", like a boss she thought to herself. Always something about red lipstick and heels that gave her that feel.Anyway here she was after a long day of meetings finally heading home.She boarded a mini-bus and sat at the center of the seat right behind the driver.she smoothed her skirt over her thighs, drew her MK bag lovingly to her body, checked the content of her bag one last time , because again with Nairobi you just never know, then zipped it shut. She pursed her lips in a famous, "I aint got time for shit pout," head straight back arched as the mini-bus slowly made its way through the smoky traffic.
She was lost in thought and with each breath she silently imagined her neurons dying of the carbon laced air, and then "Boooooom" she was jolted to her senses, a huge woman sat by the window was thrusting her entire body at her, a man at the front seat jumped out the left window, the woman carrying that cute baby with Bantu knots in colored hair bands jumped out as they all poured out right after her, out of the mini-bus and into the pavement as smoke started rising from the engine which was right where her foot was rested a few seconds ago.The crowd was in confusion, the police man shouted at the driver to pull out the fire extinguisher, and she now experiencing an asthma attack fisted her hands around her inhaler, and inhaled the vapor.
She shakily stood up, fixed her belt around her waist and started clunking her way back to the stage, as Emily ( that is the name of the huge lady who was sat besides) explained what had happened to the mini-bus which luckily did not burst into flames. They entered the mini-bus, sat behind the driver seat, and as the engine coughed up to life,each was caught up in their own thoughts of the night. As for our high heeled lady, her thoughts were those of gratitude at the chance of being able to go back to her son and niece that night.