Personal space pleasee..

I currently use public transportation (matatus) to go to and from work. Matatus are shuttles that should carry a maximum of 14 passangers, really they should carry 13 and plus the conductor the total should be 14 pple, minus the driver. I had just boarded thë "matatu" and had comfortably sat at the back row where there is only room for 3. A man who was extremely cockeyed walks in and looks at me (I think) gesturing for me to move. I ignore the man because there really isnt anywhere for me to go. This nucca just decides to plop himself on an invisible seat next to me, hence sitting on my lap. Did I mention his body odor was that of sh*t!!!!! Yeessss it was. This is not a figure of speech, he did really smell like he had just gone number 2 on himself. He then goes on to make himself comfortable by shimmying himself, like WTF!! seriously.. effin Kenyans men, then puts on a face like he really has a seat, forgetting he is on my lap. At that point, I was looking for Ashton Kutcher to jump out with the hidden cameras and tell me im being punkd because the nucca had to be kidding. Eventually I couldnt take it and had to ask him to get up off of me. Yaayyyy me for being nice and not causing a raucus up in there. Seriously though, watever happened to personal space.. SERIOUSLY!!!!

Daddy's arm.. I think not!!!

I just went to my first hockey match watching Kenya going against Egypt and Nigeria, and it was a lovely experience. After cheering under the hot sun, my friend and I made our way through the hustle and bustle of Nairobi, ducking and elbowing the thousands of people also going about their business. A group of about four boys who were probably around 10 yrs old surrounded us asking for money and we were forced to ignore them because it's not safe to stop and dig into your purse in that section of town. They, however did not look hurt or sad because im sure they are used to not getting any assistance. (p. s. I did want to give them some coins).A few minutes later something interesting caught my sight. There was a little girl hanging on to a man's sleeve and almost dragging her feet. It was like when we were kids and you would hold on to your dads arm and he would pick you up when he lifted it. At first I thought, how cute, the dad is playing with the daughter (I was standing behind them so I couldnt see their facial expressions). The man began brushing off the little girl and lifting his arm as he shook her off. She began sobbing and begging and I still was not sure what was goin on. The man had a lady friend who saw humor in all this because she was having a blast looking at the scene that was unfolding. Apparently this girl was begging the guy for some money, to a point of hanging onto his sleeve. I was saddened and I definately did not see the humor in it at all. Now you may criticize and ask why I didnt help but again, at that section in town I wasnt about to dig into my overstuffed clutch to get some coins. The little girl turned around and walked away with a sad face and I guess onto the next person. We are getting used to not giving and they are getting used to not receiving. As a result, they resort to using force and stealing. If we dont assist, then we cant complain we get robbed on the street.