I moved slowly from the scene where I met Nyabate, moving in a way that suggested that I was disturbed by the words that Nyabate told me. I remembered the words that he said quite often. He looked so offended at that moment,it wasn't so easy for a young man growing in this part of Kenya. Not to talk of being an orphan. I met a certain guy on the road moving like a quiver of scorpions,I managed to look at him,but he seemed so disturbed. At first I thought of what life looked like to be a lunatic ,but again,I could not judge of the situation because,who knows what's going on? Perhaps there's a distraught because major happenings in our country. The country is so corrupt, nothing seems so easy to anyone. It's not a fake taut that snatches passenger's bus fare but still what matters!
This country that looks like a lost hope to many. Meanwhile,I moved to the next station. I decided to grab a cold drink from Nyagweso's shop. It's the most outstanding shop in our area. People come from a far to that centre. Others to grab a drink,others to read magazine ,others to play chess with many intentions ringing on their heads. From the look of things, it's so clear that much of the village's adventures are done in the same boat.
I dipped into my pocket,got a fifty shillings note, suddenly,before I could pay,a begger appeared,I could not controlnut listen to him. I really couldn't bare with the much effort that he made ,the shubby looks , tattered clothes with a goatee styles that looked so old. From the look on his face,he looked so honest with what he was describing.