I love my bus stop. There are always beautiful women around. Short, tall, dark, light all kinds of women. Just looking at them makes me happy. Sometimes I don’t feel like boarding a matatu and going to work, I feel like standing there all day and looking at all the lovely women instead. Going to my bus stop makes my day and I wish there was a way I could spend more time there.
I hate my bus stop. There are always lecherous men around. Men who stare and make you feel like they are undressing you with their eyes. They really creep me out. I wonder if they have jobs because they never seem to want to go anywhere and they only board a matatu if a majority of women do the same. Going to my bus stop ruins my day and I wish there was a separate bus stop for each gender.
© james wamathai 2009
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I love and hate my bustop, depending on who takes me there. Mum and big sis never seem to want to go and once they get there, htye become irritable and angry. Dad and big bro never seem to want to leave the bus stop which gives me all the time to look at the cretive desings on the matatus, intersting dressing styles of the touts and even more interesting the music from the matatus but dad and big bro never want to answer my questions about them. I wish i could go alone to the bus stop
@Chare: Ur version is interestin as well. I like ur creativity. :)
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@James: THank u :)
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