Late night drama.

Nataka niseme hii story initoke. 

Yesterday, I was coming from a candle lighting occasion held at one of the estates along Mombasa road. The candle lighting was for one of my Gs who had rested on Saturday late at night. The news had hit me hard on Sunday morning, like a sledgehammer impact on a surface when I got to know.

I am in the company of three people. One friend called Mulla, who writes spectacular articles touching on creatives, and two acquaintances. We had just arrived in town, and it looked like it had rained before. As we are all heading in the same direction, we decide to go board the same matatu, Super metro, at archives. 

The matatu fills up pretty quickly, considering it's almost one am at night, and it's so damn cold. Funny thing, the conductor I can't see him. Where is he disappearing off to when the matatu is full? I can sense the growing frustration among other passengers who are also wondering, where has he gone off to? 

As we all wait for the conductor to appear so that we go, I start to survey around and start to notice little bits. First thing I noticed is a couple of gals and lads at the back so loud, saying stupid shit shamelessly. From the looks of it, it sure looks like it is like their very first time, and they have had one too many. Issokay though, as the wahengas had said many moons ago, kila nyani na sherehe yake. 

The conductor appears before frustrations erupt, and peeps get out the bus to find him and salimia yeye kidogo, for wasting their time. You know how we Kenyans like to roll. We set off, exit town, and the matatu is cruising through the highway, Ngara, Muthaiga, Survey, Allsops. When we are almost at Garden City, remember the group I mentioned that seemed like they had one too many? 

One of the gals from the group starts yelling over and over.

“nishukishe Wendani.

conda unasikia?

nishukishe Wendani ”

I can see from the conductor's body language and facial expressions that he is trying to maintain his cool and stay professional despite the gal yelling over and over, repeating the same thing. So the matatu cruises on, until we get to Wendani, where the gal who had been shouting nishukishe Wendani, alights with one other person. I see the relief washing over the conductor's face.

Two more people board, one sits at the front while the other goes to sit at the back. We hear noise at the back, but I put it off like, it's the drunkenness of the group, nothing more. 

After a while, I look back and see a serious scuffle, there's a fight about to start, and it starts. The drunk guy who started the fight tries to land a few punches, but in vain. The other man quickly overpowers him, pins him, and beats him like a burukenge. 

Funny enough, his group had distanced themselves from him, and had gone quiet the moment they saw their guy being beaten black and blue in the fight. The conductor goes to the back to find out how the fight started, to separate the two, and prevent the fight from escalating any more. The drunk guy was brought to the front by the conductor to avoid any confrontation.