She is clad in booty shorts, crop top and a pair of heels
Her body reeks of cheap perfume
Her face is caked with make-up she looks like a wannabe clown
She looks at herself in the mirror she knows she will make heads turn tonight
Indeed heads will turn, heads will turn for the walking horror story that she is
People will talk, not of how well dressed she is but how her clothes are three sizes smaller
With her crop top the size of her bra, she could be mistaken for a plus-size swimsuit model
But the horrors, her belly hanging out of her body like a handbag on a shoulder
Her thighs jiggling with every step she takes
The poor soul enters into a matatu, the conductor whistles
She cringes and ignores him though they sit side by side
The matatu heads for the city and the intrigued conductor makes small talk
His mouth emits a heavy stench
His brown teeth and heavy Meru accent put her off
He does not understand why this whore is playing hard to get
She remembers a story of conductor who was washed in public, she smiles
“No wonder they get washed”
The conductor cannot shake the image of her booty from his mind
And the scanty clothes, no wonder they get raped (he nods his head in apprehension)
As she alights the conductor smacks her ass but she goes her way without looking back
By Marion Satia
Meru is the language spoken by the Ameru community in Kenya
Matatu is a 14-seater public vehicle, usually a van
The Kingdom of kettles and pots is a Kingdom where people see the fault in others and not in them. More on the Kingdom of kettles and pots.
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