Rude Empath

M atatus, exquisite works of art on wheels and where I draw the majority of my despair. Predominantly because there are multiple areas of improvement within this transport method. Today's encounter tested my thermal comfort and my faith. Packed in a 14-seater to transverse 4 counties, I was too frugal to shell out an additional ksh50 that comes with the shuttle luxury of 3 fewer seats. Two hours have elapsed. We are still at the bus stop waiting for two more travellers for us to be on our way. It is a sauna! And rather than the euphoria experienced in a steam chamber, I sit in a sticky agitated mass of paranoia even though the windows are closed as I use my phone. Thank goodness, we are finally off. Glance around to acquaint myself with the present county-crossing community and surprisingly majority are still in their jackets. In all fairness, it rained this morning, but now the temperature has risen to unbearable levels! Are they immune to the heat? May...

P ristine tree-lined walkways offer a glorious mix of visual and thermal pleasures along Dennis Pritt in the heat of a low hanging equatorial sun. Similarly, warm hues of street lighting must evoke romance in a sweltering Njaanuary evening, one would think. Even though I have traversed this road countless times on my way to work, the evening walk is hellish. That's harsh, the devil probably has tiki torches and fire cauldrons illuminating his real estate. I stumble along at an eighth of my normal speed, careful not to step in dog doo. How I wish I was bat-girl, using sonar, I could find my way home much quicker in this canine-doodie embellished infrastructural maze. Courtesy: Pixabay on Pexels Psychologically I am in a state. A state of short-lived scares dancing in harmonious disquiet. Please note, I'm a small-framed female invisibly (due to the blinding darkness) lacking the art of Krav Maga.   Deduction : poorly lit areas do not inspire the feeling of safety. Perhaps t...