dude! whats your problem?

For the purpose of this blog I shall define three words.

Pleasant (according to the oxford dictionary)-friendly and polite…enjoyable, pleasing and attractive.

Unpleasant-the opposite of pleasant.

Fapping (according to the urban dictionary)- the act of touching oneself, preferably on your roommates bed. Can also be done at mealtimes in the bathroom if one can’t wait to get back to the room.

Now the third word has absolutely no purpose in this blog. I just thought I should throw that out there.

So on my way home today I met this very unpleasant guy. Well, to be fair I didn’t meet him we rode in the same matatu. Now from the moment I saw this guy I knew he had a bad vibe around him. From the very first look I knew he was unpleasant. Here is why;

So am walking to the stage and am standing there trying to figure which matatu has the most girls and this guy pushes me. “harakisha!” he says. So I turn back and there is this very unpleasant looking guy growling at me. So I let him pass and I get into a matatu. He stands there for like a minute then gets into the same mat as me and sits next to me…and you wonder what the hurry was about.

Mr. unpleasant then goes on to loudly complain about everything from the conductor, to the fare prices and even the spaces between when songs change. Now in the seat ahead of us was a very pleasant little girl who from the looks of her pleasant little balloon animal had a very pleasant day. The little girl thought it nice to share her balloon elephant with us and wove the animal in our faces laughing. I found it quite pleasant…but not Mr. Unpleasant…he knocked the little balloon elephant away.

People’s lives are hard, I mean there are more then 2 million Kenyans facing starvation, someone probably dying in the hospital and my friend Ricky got beaten up by 4 conductors and his glorified ideos was taken away. But what does rubbing it on people change?

And its not like Mr. unpleasant was having it that bad, he paid for his fare with a 500 shilling note and he was rocking his head to the loud raga or dancehall songs playing in the vehicle. (The self proclaimed king of modern slang muchi tells me that they no longer call it ragga).  And when the conductor asked me if I had any change I said “no…sorry”. Mr.Unpleasnt looked at me disgustingly. Probably thinking I was a pussy for saying sorry.

Well, luckily I got off the vehicle before him and to no surprise he didn’t want to move his legs so I could pass. For a second, I thought of stepping on his feet, but am a poor eater and very skinny so a punch from him would probably have knocked me out. Thankfully am not as stupid as I am skinny.

So I finally made my way out of the vehicle and am not one to hold grudges but I hope that Mr. Unpleasant fell in a ditch when he got off.

If you have to be unpleasant…do it on Monday!