After the long hyping of sgr services, I thought it is good I shed my villager shell and join the Nairobians enjoying the said ‘supersonic train’ journey to Mombasa. If I only knew that the journey would evoke regretable memories and worries I would not have dared it.
My journey was marred by evil hands that never wanted me to enjoy my tour. Firstly, that evening my landlord, who sniffs his tenants’ affairs especially end month sent my mood in downward rocketing movement. I had just entered my Githurai small crammed single room accompanied by latest catch, a slim shapy college girl, the old man knocked at my door with a police courage, then he coughed and followed it with nasty words. “Yes … I know you are there… you don’t pay your rent… but you know how to pay for smelly vaginas” the words were like a thunder. they hit my nerves with sporadic intensity that loosened my bladder. The gaze that came from my catch simply announced I was a pervert. The landlord opened the door and instead of addressing me he faced my chick and in angelic voice prophecied the evil that she has allowed to take her soul. “I wonder why a beautiful young woman like you, would fall in hands of a demon, a vulture and a hyena that has accommodated all prostitutes in this estate here,” the old man said. tears rolled in my eyes i clenched my first in readiness to attack. but I refrained, I had our Sgr tickets to Mombasa with my new catch the following morning. The man is also well connected with local police and he is the chairman of nyumba kumi and you know what they are capable. I only said lords prayer and pocketed my clenched fist.
The girl never waited for more lecture she bolted out of my room at a lightning speed, even the special unit that retrieved general Miguna from his den could have had a hard time tracing her steps. I stood like a man possessed by unknown spirits in little confusion. my landlord heavy hand forced me back to the bed. “Give me my rent,” the landlord said as if nothing had transpired. I deep anger I gave him 1500/= of 3000/= that I planned to use in Mombasa. he left me sweating in anger and regrets. I picked my phone and attempted to call my girl, but it loudly proclaimed it was off. I had never sweated like that night. I never knew where she stayed and I had two tickets. I swore I cant cancel my journey it would be waste of my money. but the second ticket remained a puzzle whom I should box to accompany me.