On my journey back from the field, am seated next to a drunkard(with his legs a part),after 5 minutes of fidgeting ,trying to squeeze on my paid seat and giving him the death glare en killer side eyes which are not working, I decide being a good Samaritan is just not working. “Boss at least put yo legs together see we are already congested “.He looks quiet aggrieved but he puts his legs finally together and moves to his allocated space. I promptly fall asleep and I dream of hell and smell of brimstones kumbe the drunkard has/is a sleep, snoring, letting out loud farts and the stench is worse than KCCA garbage trucks combined with rotten eggs from the holiday festivities. As we speak my head is safely out of the window and the drunkard is snoring merrily without care in the world and yeah his legs are wide apart again.
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 11:07:53 +0000
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