There is always something nice from a bad day
So yesterday i happened to wake up late and those lost minutes dragged themselves throughout the whole day. I woke up late, got to the bus station late, found no matatus, crazy lines of people, hiked up fare, eventually got into an old matatu which got spoilt before my destination. I walked almost halfway my distance making it to work an hour late. Being a never giving up kind of person i tried to catch up on the lost time by extending my stay at work. This wasnt a very brilliant idea. Going back home was twice as difficult as getting to work in the morning. I stood at the bus stop for a whole hour with no matatus showing up. The traffic was crazy all public vehicles seemed to have dissappeared to alternative roads. After an hour of being hopeful, a lady who i later knew as Barbra suggeested we try our luck at the next stage. We walked to the next stage and the next and the next, with no hopes. By the time we got to t...