On my way to the city

My holiday was finally over. Now it was time to go back to the green city in the sun. A.k.a Nairobi. My grandma kukhu, prepared for me a strong bone soup to water down the mixture of broccoli, ugali and the marinated african chicken she had cooked just before my departure. She called me sweet names like "baby, handsome, prince" and I felt shy awwww... thats my grandma... she even wiped my black leather shoes and carried my small briefcase up to shamakhokho stage. When the famous Mbukinya bus arrived! O.M.G... Guess what she did???****** She gave me a hug and kissed my cheeks mwah! And I blushed by taking a deep breath and blinking my eyes several times. She spiced up my smile by saying "I love you handsome" lol...I actually smiled from one ear to the other and even knocked my foot so hard on a stone as I headed to the bus. We took off.... actually, thats' where my story begins

I sat on the second last seat next to a very fat old woman. She had a lot of meat in her body that made her look like a baloon full of water. A very conc stinking sweat oozed profusely from her hairy arm pits. She had a child who kept on crying for my bottle of soda through out our journey. Everyone in the bus was throwing weird glances at our seat. I had to give the child my soda so as not to look bad. He was actually crying saying "father, father, me want soda. Me want soda!" Ngrrr... when he was just about to drink the soda, we reached a bump and the child was unable to control the bottle thus pouring the soda on my sparling white trauser that kuhku had brought for me...

As I wiped the trauser with my handkerchief, a man who was standing besides me in the overcrowded bus,  leaned towards my seat. He was carring a very fat duck... I kept wondering what the sudden watery feeling on my head was. Then realized that the duck had released its "sensored" on my head. I didn't know that wiping the ducks dirt using my hand would spread the bad smell in the bus. Yark.... on the immediate front seat was a lady with a beautiful hairstyle. She look straight to my seat where the bad smell was coming from... she said "eeew" the voice was familiar.... oh no!! She was my damn ex! "WTF!!!" She exclaimed. "Owen!!!" She paused. I bet she felt sorry for me. She softly touched my shoulders then a rough husky baritone voice said "Owen! wake up! Your phone is ringing" Oh! It was my father waking me up from that dream. Actually, the one calling was my ex! I shook my head!