Me: (Wondering where this conversation is headed) I am sure it’s more complicated than that. Before you know it, you’re sixty with one foot in the grave. Because you know what, there are people dying for you to live. Because when your life is in danger, that’s when you start appreciating it. I don’t have toilet paper but I have some wet wipes which he grabs, gets out of the car, walks to the back, pulls down his pants and squats. Besides, I’m getting sleepy so I need to get home quickly and sleep. So I have no intention of engaging him in a conversation) OK. Me: (I am driving at 140km/h now and we’re just approaching Roysambu) OK. Currently playing is Sammy Muraya’s “Dictator” Him: (Pumping up the volume then yelling above the song) I love this song! I’m surprised that he has an opinion about a Kikuyu song. (Dictator Wayuni, you weaponized your beauty and used it against men) Looks like he understands the song after all. That means you will travel to Ruiru and use the Eastern Bypass. This looks like trouble) Look, just pay me then request for another ride, OK? (That metallic taste in his voice again) I need to get to Donholm.

If I had to drive around Nairobi for a living, I’d probably turn into a serial killer and follow my passengers home and kill them in their beds just to sweeten my life up. At night, you drive back home to your wife and you’re both too tired to have an interesting shag so you just grab another shower and collapse in bed like a log. Maybe it’s the way he says it that gets me to pull over at the side of the highway. Me: (After witnessing him conducting his “human dignity” business in public, on the highway, I have lost my respect for him. I turn on the radio and normally I listen to Inooro FM because it is MY radio inside MY car. Him: (Singing along) Dictator wayuni, watuire uthaka waku silaha unyarirage arume… I pull over at the Cooperative Bank and ask him again where in Githurai he needs to be dropped off. I have decided I want to go to Donholm via Kangundo Road.

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Him: (Laughing) Where I come from, they only have bullets, guns, bombs, khat and prostitutes.

They must have just invented a sense of humor where you come from. You just might be the Issac Newton of humor where you come from.

As he walks towards me, I notice that he looks different from his voice.

It takes me less than five minutes to drive from The Hood to the Department of Defence (Do D) gate where I find him waiting for me.

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