Screech, bump, halt, smashing of glass and screaming; blood was splattered across the road. White hats hovering in mid air, a cracked open skull at the end of a torso balancing lifelessly through the windscreen.
It was such a warm day; everything around June seemed to be smiling, the sun, and the sky. Her dusty neighbourhood didn’t seem dusty anymore, it seemed calm and less aggressive. The wind would occasionally toss the seams of her dress a few inches higher, she would playfully push it down. She felt so alive this morning. June awoke and something was just different, a good kind of different; the kind that gives you a bounce in your step and a huge Colgate smile in the morning.
June was cordial with everyone; even the mjengo men. They didn’t stare some were proactive in greeting her. And this time she could hear them and respond she didn’t have use for her iPod this morning. For some reason June really didn’t want to drown out nature; she wanted to absorb all the great energy.
June got to the bus stop, but something was not quite right! She couldn’t place her finger on it. But a few seconds in after inhaling colossal amounts of the stench of burning rubber she had a rough idea what was going on. Her organically great day had taken a turn.
Women were screaming in torn clothes. Men were wielding machetes in the air baying for blood dancing around a shelled matatu. Car tyres were strewn all over the road bellowing furnaces of rage setting the perfect backdrop for violence. June froze where she was. From the side of her eye a woman was headed in her direction with blood running down the side of her face. Everything seemed drowned; the sound was so close yet so far, and it steadily moved close to her. June lifted her head and turned in the direction of the drawing sound and was whisked instantaneously.The next thing she knew she was in a car speeding off.
June didn’t understand how in a distance of no more than a 1km there was an entirely different scenario. She looked down at her trembling hands, she clasped them together trying to stay calm and come to terms with what had happened. She turned her head and saw other unfamiliar and scared faces around her. One man had a tourniquet tied to his left forearm. The man looked distraught; the driver kept glancing at June through the rear view mirror. About 20 minutes in June’s thoughts were disrupted again. This time by a loud bang, she felt dizzy and then the car seemed to come to a screeching halt. June looked up, the driver was hanging through the windscreen and the woman strapped in the front passenger seat’s hysterical screaming was muffled by the airbag. She had glass all over her.