I would like to dedicate this post to budding and even accomplished writers.We all have a story to tell yet sometimes we miss an audience.Let the audience of Wazua be that platform that will listen,criticize,and encourage.
You never know,a wazua short story book might be in the offing.
Allow me to indulge you,
I woke up this morning,late as usual as i never heard the train that passes by my camp on its way to pick city dwellers.Maybe it was the rain pounding down the roof,or i was just tired.Sleep has a funny way of always being dificult to awaken out of,especially after a strenous monday.
All the same,in a span of twenty minutes,i was dressed to face the day.Tuesday are my favourite day of the week.People usually put on their best and give there all.Having spent the better part of the previous day wallowing in the emptiness of thoughts,and wishing a repeat of the weekend,Tuesday is a fresh beginning.So on this particular day i put on my best and swang my way to the bus stop.
They had repaired the rail track,i noticed.The other day the train missed its track and caused a snarl up on the nearby road.But given the speed of this particular train,it gradually and safely came to a standstill and nobody was hurt.Though i also think nobody was hurt becuase nobody was also in the train.People do not like travelling in darkness;and the only power on the train is to drive the engines.Lighting on the wagons,is just but a cool dream.
Today,a samaritan matatu 'flew' us to our destination.We did not complain even when we were dropped off two stops away from our usual destination.With fuel being as hard to get by as it is,we were more than happy to alight and walk the rest of the way,albeit having paid cheaper fare.I arrived,dustier than the rest...yet happy having saved that ten shillings.With a little brush that i keep on my desk,i have now became part of the office culture.
The early worm, is the one caught by the early bird.........