Why does life have to be so hard

November 8, 2008

never trust strange

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: , — nancyanyango @ 10:01 am

I visited my aunt last Sunday. She lives in a neighboring estate I took my bag and got on a bus. At the fist journey we went well the a man I had never seen got on the bus he was wear a black jacket, a red shirt, a black trouser and a blue scarf.

He looked at me closely. ’I begin sure I have seen you before’ he said.

Do you move to this town two weeks ago from Nairobi?

Do you go to school near the city center?

I begin surprised I had never been to this town. No I replied I lived in mathare.

I being sorry” he said the man. I think I made a mistake.

You looked like a girl who chased my chickens. Out of my compound two weeks ago’, for the rest of the journey.

Saw I kept thinking of the girl who looked like me.

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