drunk honesty

Drunk honesty

drunk honesty

I met him in a Nairobi bound matatu from muranga,having been asleep when I boarded ,I was awakened by the turbulence of the seats.He exhaled and his drunk breath hit me hard.Really hard .[who drinks  in the morning on a Tuesday ,if it were Monday i would have understood because you all know Monday is hard on this race,but Tuesday is such an awkward day to be staggering drunk and not wine drunk]

He started scrutinizing me …in a really weird way as I was seated right next to him,at this moment my mind is racing

why is he looking at me ,is he dangerous,I cant even see him out of the corner of my eye ,I have to switch seats,ugh hes going to talk to me ,100 percent sure hes going to talk to me ,I should wear my earphones ,but that thought didn’t come fast enough,as he started a drunken slur of words I didn’t quite catch.It was going to be a long ride to school.

“You look like a good girl” ,he slurred

“I have a daughter just like you” [he was speaking in kikuyu] pausing as he went in and out of his drunken stupor.

“she was lied to by this men” ,he pointed at the tout who was a young man

“she got pregnant and stopped studying and ran away from home then brought the child to the mother ”

I didn’t quite know I was even listening to him as I pretended to ignore him[ you know how you isolate that one weird person in the matatu and no one wants to associate with him.]

He slurred on forgetting that he was telling me about his daughter till he asked

“Whats your name?”

I lied

I told him my name is Nyambura

He laughed …

“my mother was called nyambura,she died” he continued

I didnt hear much of what he said after that as it was a mumbo jumbo of words

“Stay in school Nyambura don’t be lied to by these people” again pointing at the tout
“read hard” that was his parting shot as he shouted to the tout to drop him off .

As he alighted,I finally got a good look at him,he was old,white specs in hair with wrinkly skin and all.He was quite clean too[ that was unexpected ]he wore overwashed safari boots.
A good man I suppose .
The matatu was then filled with pregnant silence. I realised that I actually loved the drunk old man and his intriguing story.Maybe I should look for more drunk old men for these stories ,do all drunks have good stories?
You might be wondering why im telling you this story,well im not drunk
[see what i did there,good joke?No?Okay.]
Stay in school kids.

with drunk honesty ,Moe
[Again not drunk]


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Lovine Amugune
July 12, 2018 at 5:06 pm

Nice, drunk honesty. You should have continued it’s really interesting @Moe

July 12, 2018 at 5:16 pm

Drunk People tell good stories.. Am a witness

July 12, 2018 at 5:47 pm

I can relate. Good one. I like the stories you express. Good stuff. Can’t wait to read the next one.

Kamau Caroline 🎀
July 12, 2018 at 5:54 pm

This is so intriguing babe ☺ 👏 👏

July 12, 2018 at 6:28 pm

Wow😮… I Surely Love This💚💛💙
So Beautiful And Real…
I Am Drawn To Your Writing…
Please Write More💝

July 12, 2018 at 6:33 pm

drunk honesty..captivating..✌✌…nice..want more

July 12, 2018 at 8:08 pm

awesome piece i like

Collins Ronn
July 13, 2018 at 5:21 am

This is the most amazing thing I have read today (still morning) waiting for more

July 13, 2018 at 7:00 am

So lovely of you Moe
Inspire more through words
Express more through typing❤️❤️❤️❤️

Jersey Freddy
July 13, 2018 at 11:15 am

Nice read Moe. Hope the guy didn’t alight at the wrong stage.

July 13, 2018 at 8:09 pm

Fine piece..

July 19, 2018 at 4:27 am

Great piece… Really interesting. 😎

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