The People in my matatu

Nothing kills the boredom of sitting in traffic than a data enabled phone with twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Kindle...name it. Really? Imagine all the things you would actually SEE when you put down your phone and look around you. 

Reblogged from Clarity Central

I noticed the conductor’s black nail
His uncombed hair

His brown teeth and
His humongous belt buckle

I could smell  the diesel whenever the matatu accelerated

I could pick out the aroma of chicken and fries
Someone had carried some take out

I saw her fidgeting
Glancing at her phone every 5 minutes
Sometimes biting her lower lip whenever she glanced out the window

I could hear his techno music sipping through his earphones

I could hear a mother instructing the help to check her child’s diaper

I could hear the joyfully banter of the two colleges seated  in  the back

I saw the old man’s eyes flutter
He never seemed to stop yawning
I saw him adjust himself on the seat
Saw his eyelids slowly rest and his breathing slightly steadying.
Saw his head sway to the side as he napped

I saw the matatu speakers vibrating
Saw how dusty the carriage shelf was
I noticed how rusty the door hinges were starting to get.

I saw her squint and rub her eyes
I saw him motion to her to close the window
Saw her shake her head
I saw him clenching his fist and looking away

I smiled.

So this is what I miss when I’m fixated on my phone.