There are different types of addiction and I guess that I have established mine.
I am addicted to the commuter train.
I reside in Kasarani that is about 35 kilometers from the Nairobi city centre and since I am currently taking public transportation, I can get home by using a bus (Matatu), take the bike ride (boda boda) or go by the commuter train.
The train has very few regulations and the cars fill to the brim, what is purposed to carry thirty nine passengers may as well fit a hundred on a good day but on other days I have lost count.
What is the beauty that I have found in this mode of transportation?
The People, different kinds of people. Every day offers a different kind. Happy people, people with long faces, children and the elderly. I will never forget this particular older gentleman who sat opposite me. As we waited for the train to leave the station he sat quietly and got out a bottle containing a herbal mixture and sipped on it as we proceeded, he would on occasion shake his head, when he had drunk the whole bottle he removed a smaller bottle with water like fluid and continued to sip.
The unexpected happened I saw him smile and talk to the man sited next to him and then it clicked, he needed to borrow courage from the bottle, what he was consuming was actually alcohol.
By the end of my journey, he had made us laugh so hard by the tales that he shared with us about his youth.
Do you take the train home and what is your story?
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