Happy Birthday Dad!!

The feeling as a kid when airborne! Whoop! Whoop!


My dad used to be my hero when I was little. And I used to be his little girl.


There is daddy’s lil girl!


At the time, he rode ‘the black mamba’-if you can relate. I thought it was the coolest thing ever! He owned a radio that was always tuned to KBC, I think. News was very important to him and still is. He always jogged around the estate doing his exercises. He loved his sleep and my mom had given us this particular stern order of not waking him up at all, whoever it would have been, if he was asleep. I don’t know at what exact point my little sponge brain absorbed the fact that he didn’t put sugar in his tea because he was diabetic. Oh! Did I mention that he used to have this large awesome canon camera that he took beautiful pictures with? I think that if I were to show you the #TBT pictures you would be impressed! He is a good chess player. That’s how I’ve learnt the little chess I know through him.

And then somehow life happened and now my mom takes his place.

I get shocked when some of my female friends say how close they are to their dads. It beats me, absolutely! And its ok, lets agree and disagree on this one because while there are girls out there who are close to their dads, others lean more to their mothers. So, given that I lean on my moms’ side, when some of my female friends say how they can afford to talk about boyfriends with their dads freely, am usually taken aback!


Brace yourself for this moment old man!


If we’ve talked long enough, then you know how the relationship with my dad is. And so, when one day I was complaining about my dad to one of my friends, she stopped me and asked, ‘tell me any good thing about your dad.’ With so much pushing and shoving, I finally conceded and I realized the importance of the exercise.

I wanted to write this post for my dad. It’s his birthday today, 24th August and this is the most creative gift I could think of offering him. And the best way to do it, was to go down memory lane to the good times. Stay with me, won’t you?

The one thing that I haven’t forgotten and I don’t think I will ever forget is the day we went to see fireworks in a certain stadium. At the time, I was terrified of how the fireworks shot up to the sky and looked like they would fall back to the ground again, ready to burn everyone present till there was nothing left. That was pretty dumb, I know. Lol! I was so scared that I was unable to appreciate the spectacularism of it all… I regret this deeply till this day because ever since that day, I’ve never gone to see such a breathtaking show of fireworks like that.

I still treasure the memory of my first bicycle. It took you so very long to fulfil your promise but you eventually bought it. That was the best bicycle ever! I don’t even know if you actually bought because of my academic excellence or because we had no other form of entertainment at the time. I always looked at the bicycle and felt a rush of pride.

The punishments were tough, the beating painful and I am still trying to decide whether they’ve helped me in life or not. Lol! I remember the one time I forgot to water trees in the compound. Or when I forgot countless sweaters in school. Honestly, why you wouldn’t let those slide is still a mystery to me. I mean, don’t we all have memory lapses?

One of the best things my dad used to do for me was lift me up in the air as I ran up to him. You know the way you’d run up to your dad screaming, “daddy! Daddy! Daddy”? And then suddenly you’re thrown high in the air! Pure bliss! Just pure bliss!

All this, is for one thing. Imagine! Sijui unilipe? Lol! I just want to wish you a very happy birthday! And treat us to something for once in your life! Like cake, or pizza or just anything! Wishing you all the very best in the years to come. Happy Happy Birthday!

P.S: I know you’ll be reading this article so let me give you the slang dictionary.
Lol: Laugh Out Loud.
TBT: ThrowBack Thursday.
P.S: Please See.


So why don’t we sip some tea while you tell me what you think of my article..

Another P.S: I don’t have any photos of me and my dad, so I’ve downloaded a few from the internet to make you awwwwww and appreciate the presence of a dad in your life and in the world in general. God knows this article has. Girlfriends, send your husbands, boyfriends, brothers, male friends and any other guy in your life here. Ask them to like, comment, subscribe, do so yourself and thank me later!



Lessons from 21!

P1010344I think the one good thing that comes out of turning a year older besides all the cake and fanfare, is becoming smarter and wiser. You become conscious of yourself, your decisions, your surroundings, such that you know what kind of person you are and what you want to be. What you want in life and what you don’t. Whom to keep and whom not to. You sort of discover yourself. Almost like a flower blooming, opening itself to the sunshine and the outside world.

So, on the morning of my birthday, this month, as I lay in bed promising myself that I’d make myself feel happy and special no matter what, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the 21st year that was.

You see, I believe that 21 is really the age when one becomes an adult. Forget 18, you’re still a teenager. Fresh out of high school with very few having an idea of what life is like out there and what they want out of it. Check this out: 21 is still the legal adulthood age in several countries. It’s the legal drinking and voting age, the start or end of campus life… I mean even Adele had an album under the name 21 because of her age at the time. Furthermore, aren’t we in the 21st century?

So, you can imagine how much of a fuss I made out of my 21st birthday. I walked around feeling like a BOSS! I bought my family cake from my small hustles. My neighbors even prayed with me that day!

I loved my 21 and would like to share the journey with you. Especially the few lessons I learn t from it.  Brace yourself, it’ll be a long read.

First off, God, family and good friends are VERY important. How would I get this far without God? As for family and friends, I am now more conscious than ever of the important role they all play in my life. They also may not be perfect but somehow at the end of the day, they usually end up being there for me. Being my number one cheerleaders. Laughing at me while at the same time with me… And if I’ve never taken time to appreciate you, then I do now. And I love you to bits!


What can I say? #vacay!

Your dreams are VALID. Lupita was right after all. Your dreams really are valid. I thought that I would go to the Mara when I would have been stinking rich! Up until my boss who had hired me to be a caregiver to his dad, asked me to accompany him to the Mara. It was pure bliss! The nature, the wildlife, the camping site, the food and mostly the game drives. This is where I encourage you to #tembeakenbecause it’ll be worth your while. For real!

Take it SLOW. That things should NOT be that serious in your early twenties. I dated a guy with whom I had an adventurous 5-month serious relationship, and even before it was a month, I had already fantasized about our three to four children, a neutral pet fish because while I am a dog person, he was a cat lover. How most of my weekends would be spent in a football pitch watching him play because he was a footballer (am sure he’s having fits of laughter just reading this). I almost saw myself being part of the Wife and Girlfriends of famous Sportsmen reality show! Lol! How I’d bond spectacularly with his family especially with his beloved mother. How I’d fall in love repeatedly watching him lovingly father our beautiful children. How we’d always have couple fights but eventually return to our old romantic selves nevertheless… all that! I-M-A-G-I-N-E! A 21-year-old dreaming of ALL that. All because of a mutual agreement, all because in my head, it was a serious relationship. Allow me to ‘lol, lmao, rotflmao,’ at my former passionate self… I remember my cousin gasping asking me, “What the hell are you doing in a serious relationship at 21?!” Nowadays, after having broken up with him, I also wonder about the same thing.


*Sigh! Back when I was in luuuuuurrrrrrve! A classic in-love kind of thing to do when walking at the beach.

Love is for infinity WHEN it’s with the right person. I got to see my favorite cousin get married in a series of colorful events… I know! Three events to be specific. You remember my cousin as Juliette in a previous article? First off, she had a traditional Giriama wedding filled with singing, ululations and dancing. The second was a small church wedding where they exchanged vows and finally at the beach coupled with a reception which was very beautiful, might I add sophisticated too. Now am just waiting for their kids… Hehehehe.


And there she is. In her wedding gown and a floral crown with her husband just right behind her! It was soooo much fun!!

Make money WISELY. You see my best friend, her sister and I got arrested in a high school trying to sell off sweets to enthusiastic high schoolers despite a stern warning not to do so. I remember how broke we were that day, with only fare to get us to the said high school but with only Kshs 7 to get us back to Ruiru not forgetting to mention the luggage of sweets we had on our backs! So, as we sold sweets, one of us got caught… We almost spent a night at the nearby police station. Let’s just say that it was one heck of a rough day and we were glad to return to our homes that night.

BEWARE of the night. My ex-boyfriend, his roommate and I got attacked by two thieves. Only two thieves, whom we suspected had fake guns, but who gave us hell! I remember I was so oh-Alexandro in love at the time that when they threatened to shoot my ex, I almost went nuts! I could describe it to be one of the very few moments that I realized that I’d fallen for the bugger. It was a traumatizing experience and up to date, I completely avoid walking in the night and even when I do, there’s absolutely no freedom. There’s always a little fear in me, thinking that I will relive the experience.

Get yourself out there and HAVE FUN. Would you imagine that I went out to a club? Actually, that was a question more to myself because I had never before gone out clubbing. It had been my friend’s birthday and we decided to celebrate it by going out. We club-hopped! Something I never thought possible. And I know it’ll sound conceited but that night I went out thinking that probably some guy would see me, fancy me, buy me whatever I was drinking, come over to chat and at the end of the night take my number, call me during the week asking me out for a date. Hahahaha! How daft was I at the time?

So, how did you like MY 21? Can you relate to any of my experiences or would you like to share one of yours? Just like, comment and subscribe!

Ciao felas!


Do you have a sudi in your life?

I’m sitting in an office somewhere and I’ve been thinking about this article the whooole week and while I wait for instruction “let me wow you!”

It’s been 3 years since I met Sudi, I always meet my friends in the weirdest ways.

One Sunday afternoon while we were leaving church with my mum. They had earlier announced about a Valentine’s retreat at the K.W.S and would happen the following Saturday. So my mum says,” Get out there and meet people!, I’m signing you up!” I’ve made her sound so cool which she is. Please note that I was having my awkward years then (still there anyway,I’m as awkward as ever) so imagine a girl who’s always blowing her nose,laughs and gets corner mouth spits and has nothing nice to wear so wears her mum’s clothes….so sad!! I know.  So I’m like “mum nooooo *whines here,blows nose there, adjust huge blouse there* I can’t go, I don’t know anyone,pleeeaasee” she was already at the registration desk by then.

D day, obviously the Feb 14th, Saturday. Nothing to wear,think I was in a jumper and 3/4 shorts probably my mums. Yap,I looked terrible. I go there and find huge groups of people bundled up in small groups of their own, chatting more like catching up.  Awkward girl here starts prepping herself,”I’m going to put myself out there” says this on repeat. I went to every group, “hi I’m *name*”. After some serious social exhaustion and extinction I went and sat somewhere all alone counting how much fare I had to go back home.

After two hours, we were called to a small meeting on how we’d tour the kws, (yap, I put the fare back and decided I’m here and I want to stay and see a crocodile).

We are here in this small hush hush meeting before going in to see wildlife, when someone comes and says,”Hi, what’s your name?” I tell him,I ask him and says “I’m sudi” I laughed so hard cause it sounded like *soot* (I apologies to all sudi’s out there) then says he’s second name and its like didn’t think it could get any worse. His second name means death so translation his name is like ‘soot death’ haha why have you been so quiet?”, so I turn this really bored angry face and say something close to ,”you can’t say I’m quiet and you haven’t talked to me” so then he keeps going, “are you introverted?” “Circumstantially” ( which I know now is an inapplicable statement) so then because he continued to  ask I explained it to him and long story short we are buds now. 

Can’t believe I’m saying this but he’s one of the coolest people I know, really appreciative,someone to everyone, we were once in a phone phase together using touch buttons wrapped with rubber bands to hold the battery,haha.

Haha buuut what made me write this post is how sudi’s always  saying “Everyone has a blog nowadays” (which is true) when you tell him “I’m  different!” “It’s all the same” he’ll say while moving his hands side to side wearing laughter on his face. I remember one time we talked for over two hours talking mostly arguing about that.

I picked Sudi today because one I know mostly for everyone who’s inspired by something, a couple of people somewhere are interested in the same thing. Sometimes I open bliss and a few other people’s blogs and I think I should feel the need to compete or wallow in my inadequacy. When you walk around the block and see what people do in the same area your in, this blog shouldn’t be up. Like tea, so many tea’s, infact someone’s sitting in a kitchen right now, coming up with a new ginger something tea, and all of us are like Yess come we’ll drink you.

Blogging or any other interest is like that, what you should think is how you can improve your self through learning from others ..my mantra *nowadays* cause I am/was the jealous type, when I see more people in a field I’m in or interested in I’d first think,”oh, no!” We are flooded! But now I think “I’m still here so it’s even better  I stayed.”

First: Hey sudi hope you enjoy this piece!!, haha and no I don’t put aaall my friends on blast.

A big thank you to bliss readers. Comment below, like and also share.


Le Nuage


Finding Inspiration…Again

It’s been quiet here for some time now. Where have we been?

Uum I was in an emotional  quagmire about alot of things. It’s that place where you have nothing left to offer even to the most important person-yourself. I felt there was nothing to live for. To wonder if  my hourglass sand is running out. I should probably give that a name-timophobia,please don’t use this in an English forum,my invention.  

A huge planner of today,tomorrow and I’d even have the next year’s blue print. So I’m here, getting to a place where I have no zeal for anymore,what on earth I’m even doing and what the big satisfaction is in striving so much? what if one-day  you don’t enjoy it anymore and you’ll be tired and can’t explore anymore. Oh,it gets worse when most people around you are certain about what your not certain with.

Everybody is trying to make something of themselves,more so in their youth. The plans that I drew were not outrageous, more like stamping that I know where I’m going and how to get there.  One of them was work a number of odd jobs in my early youth. I also at some point wanted to explore,use and apply my talents somewhere  like when you do a tasting for different flavours of ice-cream to finally settle on the one. For someone whose mind’s always engineering a new idea I was beginning to fade away. 


Before he committed suicide, Kurt Cobain said: it’s better to burn out than to fade away….

When your blind to the beauty of anything, everytime you laugh you want to cry because laughing sounds like a pleasure your looking for and CAN’T find. Cannot find the value in anything and in as much as you go out and want to, then what? watch it fade?

Learning  something about the here and now,in as much as I’m afraid and tempted to hold on to everything, control the chess pieces of my life. I don’t  have the answers to everything…anything actually. Worrying about that could make you miss so much of the now, a dead among the living. It’s death on the inside, merely breathing, unattached to your surroundings,people,feelings.       It’s nothing but sad.

A question,I’m not answering anymore,”so what are your next plans?”. No more maps,no blueprints. This doesn’t mean that I don’t know what I want,I do. It’s the getting there, luckily 5+4=9 as is  6+3=9 and I’m choosing not to just stick to 6+3.

As I continue to  delve into re- inspiration, loving a new the things I once did.

L’orage,is finally a “true” adult!!!, working and everything,really proud of you,bloguer 😊

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Le Nuage

For Romeo and Juliette.

Do you know the story behind Valentine’s Day?

It’s  waaaaaay past Valentine’ s day and am sure by now, even the lovebirds themselves are devoid of excitement and the lovey dovey air that usually surrounds it.  This post was meant to be published during Valentine’s but I delayed… But I have a very good excuse this time round: writing about love is a herculean task. (Please dramatize the next part to make it look that way.) It needs time to think about. It needs a whole lot of emotion to write about – I mean you have to at least feel it so that you know how to describe it. It needs just the right kind of words to describe it and as a writer, trust me, that’s a lot of pressure given that the reader has to identify with this feeling called love. That when they read the article, they mentally nod to what you’ve written about love and is even encouraged to think of love in their very own terms… You get me? You see the kind of pressure that is on me, the writer?

I would tell the story of Valentine’s but today I want to tell the love story of my favorite cousin… There’s a time she called to tell me about how one of her dates had gone with this particular guy. To sum it up, she was so floating on cloud nine that she had not even wanted to tell me the suitor’s name just because it would have probably ‘jinxed’ it- thank God she did not. Lol! Years later, they are planning their own wedding. So once upon a time…

Romeo*, a doctor, is a tall easygoing person. He’s light in complexion #teamlightskin!! I do not know him that much given the few interactions we have had but it’s easy to see that he’s good-nature d and has a good heart right from when he smiles to when he begins speaking. He radiates an infectious warmth, kindness and generosity. My cousin thinks he’s introverted but I am yet to make sure of that. He was very hyper when I met him the second time… You could almost touch the excitement in his voice when he talked. This is where I say my cousin chose well!

My cousin on the other hand, Juliette, also a doctor, is a beautiful petite lady with doe eyes. Very hardworking and does not shy even the least bit to speak her mind. She’s caring, generous and very welcoming. She really loves gossiping but I guess that can be said of most girls- I ADORE gossiping! Because of age, she loves tea. She says, “Nimekuwa mama mzee”- I have become an old lady. Am also not sure about this, but she says she’s an introvert. She has a great passion for kids and her job and I can’t wait for her to be a pediatrician! *pom-pom moment!

They met in the hospital doing ward rounds with the same rotation- those are doctor terms that will take time to sink in. I asked Romeo about the first thing that came to his mind when he first saw her. Of course, he liked what he saw; I mean my cousin IS very beautiful. But what he liked most was how she carried herself as a lady… (Girls, take notes.) Later, he liked her maturity and how she not only treated herself with self-respect, but also her colleagues and her patients.

One of Juliette’s friends was gracious enough to prompt a scared Romeo into asking Juliette out. (That’s how friends come in handy sometimes! – This friend simply told Romeo how much Juliette liked him… You know the drill… These friends are the very same ones who helped Romeo plan how he’d get down, not on one knee but on the both of them.)

I asked both of them what they liked in each other. They were separated by time and distance but it was shocking to see how love works. They responded almost with the same answers!

Romeo loves Juliette’s cooking above all! Did I just mention that she is an exceptional cook? No? Oh, she’s one hell of a cook and he usually ends up gaining weight in all the right places when they are together long enough. He treasures her infectious smile and her intelligence. He loves how Juliette is very mature and respectful. Her hardworking nature enthralls him given that she is a doctor with a busy schedule yet finds time to do her house chores including cooking, cleaning, laundry and shopping, all in time for her to spare a moment for romance in the evening… Talk about Superwoman! She’s sweet and has a knack of surprising him once in a while… Once, she got him this awesome fossil watch while they were in Kwale. And just after a month of dating, he knew he wanted to settle down with her because he knew she’d make a very good wife and mother for their kids.

Juliette on the other hand loves his chest above all! Lol! Am kidding! She loves how he’s reasonable and can talk through a conversation rationally. Really, she does love his chest and I quote “it’s where I lie and feel right at home.” *Sigh! She loves the fact that he is her best friend. That they can always talk about anything and everything. That she knows that he’ll always be there for her come rain come sunshine or even better, for better or worse.

Their greatest connection is their love for travel and their jobs. It’s sweet that Romeo finds a way to connect with Juliette when they do chores together and in their introvert nature, they always find things to talk about.

The highlight in this story and for Juliette is that despite their different backgrounds, culture (Romeo is Somali while Juliette is Mijikenda) and religion (Romeo is Muslim while Juliette is Christian), they are still together. That her parents have whole-heartedly accepted her choice, she cannot even begin to describe the good feeling in her heart.

I hope the love story makes you ‘awwwwww’… But for me, my ‘awwwwww’ moment was when I saw them together for the first time, cuddling and laughing together, babe here, babe there. They looked meant for each other- a perfect match made in heaven! It made me realize that love is possible and even more importantly, wife material sio mchezo! Lol! Of course, they see the best in each other and have moments when worst in each other. But most importantly it’s deciding to stick together no matter what. Isn’t that what love is all about? Is it not wonderful and lovely?

Congratulations on your engagement (feels so nice to finally say that!) and all the best on your journey in marriage!

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her struggles, my burden


Whether I believe it or not doesn’t matter, this is what I have always known, it has been too familiar. A tired hopeless  father, my mother, the ideal traditional woman, has never worked as in the time she grew in she didn’t have to and it’s now too late to scavenge for anything having had nothing but a class 3 brush up. She has had to rely on my father’s  income crumbs  divided among his 2nd and 3rd wives and her 7 children too. I looked at her, watched her, comfortable,never wanting more and learnt her ways.  Went to school, thanks to free education.  Unfortunately,repeated almost every class twice until I couldn’t remember a time when I didn’t look like the class matron so I dropped out. After  trying twice…every time.. I just couldn’t force my mentally drained brain to understand that which it had already resigned itself from.

You see me: a young girl,poor not only monetarily but with with my choices, easily gullible,on the hush you think,”isn’t that why she’s pregnant..again!”. When you whisper amongst yourselves and say things like “she’s too young”,”didn’t she know any better?”,  I did, I knew better. Remember, this is all I have ever known.                                                                                I don’t look it, walking in this over-stitched slippers. “We need to get home!” I bitterly exclaim to my 2 year old son who wants to play with the soil,he doesn’t understand how heavily the sack of tomatoes weigh on my head, 3 kilometers down, 2 more to get home…                                  


My struggles because better judgement, availability of  choice and the illusion of time which I presumably have now just feel like privileges, another thing to be thankful for. Another year, ‘new me-new you’ slogans, looking at her or them, not everyone has it new every year, it’s just another day reminding them that their grip on time day by day is being lost….

Great 2017  guys from l’orage and I !!!! Keep reading, post comments, like and tell people,to tell other people,who will tell other people and everyone will be know, haha….

Lots of Love,

Le Nuage 🙂


Public Transport

Public a six letter word exuding nothing but the picture of societal warmth, the friendliness expected when sharing resources and knowing this resources will be maintained regardless but this where I go wrong, I’m too naive, I expect too much from people. Like the first time I took myself to a government office, I was so psyched, I was like,”I’ll be so professionally mature”, “make my inquiries in the most mature fashion”, “if they think I just left high school they have another thing coming”. So definitely I prepared a whole night,okay an hour or two,picking out clothes, points of inquiries,the alarm. I get there,quite early I should add and I’m almost sorry I wore a purple blouse and purple’s not the secretary’s color too bright maybe? or it was that excess mature vibe  I had put on, her incomplete,hurried ignorant responses, the endless death stares. I don’t think I walked straight after that, that completely tore down the innocent veil I had materialized. Public conveniences are mockeries of a community’s wishlist,from the service providers trickling down to resources they are a thanksgiving reminder for the existence of  private entities.

So why did I even broach this subject? Simple, public things are everyone’s entitlement, especially transport. It’s possible to avoid all government offices but still get into a ‘matatu’ mostly the people who don’t have their own two or four wheels or those saving because they have been stroked by hiked fuel costs and I don’t mean to pull the flashlight on you but most of us use public transport, call it a ‘jav’, a stepping stone to your future of many cars but it’s still, you know, public transport. So because we breathe each others air and uncomfortably fight for arm space and end up exchanging sweats and scents  and this is also probably where I pick up majority of my colds too.

I have therefore experienced a dozen things I want to share, like why I avoid seats next to females for example: those with big bags or the ones who have semi dyed weaves and  freshly manicured nails, or those who come in with a whole group and the tout,driver and possibly myself are their only unfamiliar. There is also the group of men who walk in with brown envelopes and brown jackets or the other type of younger men who come in with their comrades talking and laughing above the music and the one who keeps popping a mint tropical after every five seconds. I don’t seat next to them because:

1. The dyed weave, big bag and nail lady.

When you have that newly done hair,you don’t want air blowing through and giving it the bushy unkempt cat fight hairdo, so the window will be shut for all 45 minutes of that drive. Her nails, if you think will touch those knobs and risk chipping or maybe yet breaking, we truly have other things coming. Air is a big deal for me in ‘matatus’ and they never open the windows, like one hint of stuffiness and I go into seizure like problems, my nose will clog up so I won’t be able to breathe,then I’ll start imagining how a less stuffed place would be like which might lead me to jump out of the window and I don’t want to ruin your hair while I’m on that jump and because your nails are freshly done, you can’t really stop me and I need to be stopped, because I’m obviously not acting myself. The big bag would mean they have a  big purse and big phones and time to collect fare or even worse taking out their phones, they end up shoving their elbows towards you each time, you’d be lucky if they don’t prod your nose.

2.Tropical mints.

It could mean they smoke or maybe its a stereotype, but whenever they pop that mint they end up buying gum and stick it beneath the seat covers or drop it on the floor and I could end up stepping on it. So, if they do smoke, that breath all amalgamated in mints could cause anosmia – the loss of scent. Also as a self-proclaimed environmentalist  dropped wrappers everywhere make me go into a frenzy.

3. The brown envelope carriers.

They are still the same people who come in with a comrade, conversations louder than the stereo systems, the occasional misdirected spit as they speak to their friends over your face or across it, they push  you off the seat while at it or towards the hard surface of the window. i could stay back and contend a refund with the tout for half my fare for the half seat,discomfort and the saliva situation but all I ever want to do is leave and stretch my compressed limbs for a few hours.

I had a brief encounter last week, can also be referred to as my last draw officially, I’m really tired because walking to the stage is always some type of work out, and today I get a bus immediately.I go in with my checklist ready to cancel out but since it was full I had no choice, so I proceed to sit. As a ritual, start looking for my wet wipes, from all that heat and sunshine I’m looking like all red and sweaty so I obviously wipe my face and if you have used wipes before there is this cooling effect they give you, I didn’t feel it, it must have been because all windows were tightly shut, no air, at all, so I turn to my neighbor who’s cuddled himself uppublic-transport-2 in his jacket fast asleep of course the window tightly shut.

Already  aggravated I tap him and ask him to open it, he does and falls back asleep, wakes up a few minutes later shuts it, cuddles himself up again, with all that heat no one stepping up to open their windows, tropical mint,sweat,gas and my ‘seizures’ want to start,after calling him up a few dozen times I just sat there with that same smug all 45 minutes of my ride to town.

Needless to say, I loath having to accidentally touch a piece of chewed gum stuck somewhere,I dislike the scent of sweat in a stuffed room. Have a little respect for the sunshine and wind relationship, open the window!, talk please don’t hold back but think of how its affecting someone else’s comfort, you don’t have to push someone off the seat, … Like I started out to say, we don’t know how to share and still make the people around us comfortable,but we stopped learning and that’s when we started failing…

Why not make public transport bearable? Because the next time I have to stagger out like this….public-transport-3

Lots of love,

Le nuage..