EXCLUSIVE: Man Hit By Lightning Needs Your Help To Get His excreta Together

Sitting in a bus on Jogoo Road, just boarded and trying to settle. It’s headed to town.

Next to me is a middle aged plus man, the one, out of respect, you’d love to refer to as ‘mbaba’ in a non-political approach. A few bumps and turns later, foolish thing happens as the conductor collects chumz from wadhii who’ve just come in.

I know matatu conductors to have the sharpest memories of Nairobi's gen pop, but this one was a bit slow. I saw him coming towards me, a signal to start frisking my pockets for remaining change. I grabbed a few five-five coins, tying to figure out how to discuss with him in case fair was more than what I had planned for.

But my friend must have forgotten about me, because after inspecting the bus, only eyes moving now, all the way to the rear seats and back, he turned back and looking satisfied, walked towards the mat door. I concluded I was out risk, out of financial harm.

Still holding my dear coins but too ashamed to squeeze them back into my right side pocket -  mbaba next to me looked suspicious. He seemed to know well, the game I was about to play. I quickly glanced down to avoid eye contact  but then I realized mbaba was also trying to grip a 50 note. I looked straight at him, he looked back and then we smiled at each other in French.  We knew what we had done.

Later in the day I thought about it; afterall what is 30 bob? Why do I have to feel like Sal Maroni for getting away with 30 shillings? Hustlers guilt… Story for another day. Right now I should get my biz together.

Plus I hear Airtel Kenya are willing to go broke for hustlers’ ambitions.  Really?  I’m ready to handle anything they bring forth.

Who has details about #GrowMyHustle? Kindly leave a comment or link on how I should go about it.

I found this but it’s not enough http://bit.ly/1Hjvb17  No one was hit by lightining.