There is this felling that one gets(if you are an average Kenyan who happens not to own a car) when u step in one of these Porsche cars, be it a Porsche itself, M.Benz(whatever the class),BMW and the likes.
First there is some sort of excitement that kicks in and that felling of taking a selfie and broadcasting it to the world.
When the Adrenalin settles the isolation felling and cut off from the surrounding and also the thoughts that flood your mind are of a different nature. They include: golfing, horse ridding, buying an island, investing at two rivers & such.
Also how u even talk there is a an accent that kicks in with a twist of English and get to wonder if one has just landed from the UK.
All that settled you now cruising on the road the ac on mid mode, then from nowhere this speeding bus with loud horns and an annoying exhaust just appears from nowhere and struggles to overtake us from the wrong side of the road.
At that particular point even as the passenger u fell like giving the driver a beating and taking back to driving school. But the thought of the shiny black paint being scratched by this idiot just keeps you in the car and give way.
Can someone explain this to me like a two year old: Loud music, careless driving, noisy exhausts, conductors with no PR. How does one get into one.
Now I have reached my destination done whatever I needed to do & getting back home, and boy oh boy the devil is alive am in the same bus I was cursing.
I give up...
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