Mr. Conductor,
It's been a while. I know...I'm sorry for neglecting this love hate relationship and let it go to waste. But I am back...better late than never.
Here's the thing I have recently come to the conclusion that perhaps you while there are characteristics you are not all the same breed. Having recently moved offices to westy, I have discovered a new route...46C that connects yaya and westy via the by-pass, and let me tell you these guys are just so courteous. One guy offered to usher me into the matatu and trust me I was shocked and excited and a little bit worried (this guy might have some drugs in his palm that would kill me or have me waking up in his bed. thank God I don't have dreadlocks coz that paranoia would be enough to keep me locked in my house) but mostly I was proud that there was at least one chivalrous man left in this world. All these feelings of joy came to a sudden halt when I realized the only reason he was helping me into the matatu was to have a front row seat to the viewing of my gluteaus max which I had no idea had publicized itself in IMAX theaters near him and all his fellow matatu comrades. To which I proceeded to pick up my previous feelings of pride et.al up off the ground after having been knocked down to the floor by the heaviness of my disappointment. As a I sat in the mat and pondered what had just happened, your counterpart happily aired the all too famous Classic FM morning show and guess what the topic was *insert troubled kikuyu mother's accent* "aki katoto kangu kamehepa na manaba" (which by the way I'm all for love, but this girl was just starting form 2)....ona sasa!!!!!
Oh yea? you want to defend your comrades eh? go ahead.....
there's more to come
