The weather was ridiculously menopausal, blistering hot one minute, hissing cold the next and a sticky and hair mating humid another. It was just a dreadful day to commute. But what was Mwihaki meant to do? Avoid work because she dreaded the commute to work. She had just wrapped up her two week annual leave she was refreshed and ready to resume work, but there was just something about the weather that made her feel a strong sense of discomfort. She couldn’t really explain what it was, but she knew today would have its pitfalls.
It was 6am and Mwihaki was perspiring like it was the noon day sun. She opted to douse herself in the cold shower, as she stepped out of the shower she shivered violently. On her return to her room, she peeped through her curtains, it was gloomy and cloudy and an ice cold breeze slightly lifted the edge of her towel letting in a caressing cold chill against Mwihaki’s shins.
Mwihaki shivered, arms filled with goosebumps she whipped out the lotion from her wardrobe and massaged it in to her already rich and supple skin. She smelt herself sensually like she was in a TV commercial. She smiled to herself, whipped off her towel and slipped her clothes on. In 20 minutes flat she was fed, teeth brushed, dressed and off to work. But before she got to the office, she needed to take the matatu to work.
Mwihaki cringed as she boarded the matatu. It was clean on the inside, and seemed to have been cleaned the night before. She sat by a window and slid it open just enough to let in fresh air and not too wide to have people around her complain that it was “too cold”. In 5 minutes the veichles was full and it was off. Off to the central business district. As Mwihaki inched back into her seat and whipped out her fare and novel, she sniffed and a stench engulfed her. She coughed, on the verge of choking, she opened the window all the way. She involuntarily spat outside.
“What the hell was that?” She exclaimed looking at the person next to her and turning round wondering if she got any passenger’s attention. She coughed once more and then leaned back and read. She was fine, till the matatu hit a pothole. There it was again a saturated stench; people around her also began to cough this time round. Now everyone was looking at the other suspiciously around Mwihaki’s area. The stench smelt like a Coroner’s cocktail of smelly socks, sweat from unshaven armpits mixed with an uncleaned body, probably two weeks old and curdled milk.
Mwihaki thought the Zombie apocalypse had began in that matatu. As soon as it came, it soon disappeared. That went on for most of the trip, stench, fresh air, stench, chocking coughing, spitting outside of windows, stench, passengers begging the driver and conductor to stop the matatu.
They eventually got to their destination. Mwihaki alighted and rushed to work, only to have that stench follow her. It was stronger when she turned her head to the right. She caused quite a unusual stir with her co-workers eyeballing her.
“No way! No! No! Noooooo!” Mwihaki exclaimed when she realized what happened. The chap next to her had dealt the morning mess, it was his clothes among other things that stank and because he sat next to her the stench rubbed off on her. And there she was a great stinking welcome back to work.