People in Public Transportation.

I am staying at my sister’s place for two weeks as she and her husband go on a work trip to baby sit her five and a half years old daughter and fourteen month old son.

Since this was a last minute thing we had not made prior arrangements to move my luggage so the other option for me was to rough it and take a matatu (bus).

I believe in the good in people but yesterday I was disappointed, I sat close to the door so that I would keep my bag out of the way but then the problem began when the bus conductor moved my bag to a better position which ended up blocking people getting out of the bus and this particular lady gotten so angry that she kicked my bag and it rolled over and a t- shirt got out to the dirt.

What do you say to that person? Pick a quarrel or just understand that my bag acted as her stress reliever?

As the journey came to an end, people were in such a rush to get out of the bus that at one point my bag was sandwiched between me and a ‘gentleman’.

The only question I want an answer to is, when did we stop caring for our fellow humankind to give a bit of assistance once in a while or just give way?

If you see someone with luggage please give way, let them through.

I Notice You

I notice you every day.

You don’t have to say anything as long as you are in the room I notice you.

It doesn’t matter how many people are in the room, you are the only one  I notice.

The way you breathe and that special smell that is you.

You don’t have to attract my attention because no matter how busy I am,  am at peace knowing that you are sharing my space.

When you are running late I am always listening out for you and when you arrive then I settle down.

You don’t have to speak to me or do anything for me; just you being there calms me down and then I can concentrate on my work.

I miss you so much when you go away; yes I know that I am so angry at you sometimes but any distance between me and you when I know that I won’t see you is torture and I can’t wait to see you again.

You are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing before I fall asleep. I practice what I will say to you every time you go away but when I see you I become speechless.

How can I miss you so much when you are right here with me?