12 minutes and one impatient loud woman later, the City Bus had filled to capacity with passengers eager to go to specified places, as shouted by the Bus Conductor. I immediately started taking some notes. Mr. Kimeu doesn’t sit while on the City Bus. No! This is because if he does, he will have to pay 40 Kenyan shillings (that he doesn’t have), to a destination that he does not want to go to. His 12 minutes spend cat-calling and shouting for passengers to fill the bus would be rendered fruitless if he did not let all the sits to be filled by the passengers. Mr. Kimeu was also at work and could not tarnish his work ethic by sitting down.
As the Bus Conductor collected the bus fare from each passenger, I sat there blankly hoping for an unheard of discount. Mr. Kimeu on the other hand stood strategically in the middle of the bus and abruptly introduced himself.
“Halleluyah Yashua ameshida! Kwa majina ni Pastor Kimeu na karibu kwa kanisa langu!”
“Halleluyah Jesus has won! My name is Pastor Kimeu and welcome to my church!”
His coarse voice that he projected after every word scared the boots out of the old man I was sitted next to. The old man tightened his grip on his newly bought newspaper and asked me in a low tone,
“Yashua ni nani? Na ni basi nimepanda au ni kanisa nimekuja?”
*”Who is this ‘Yashua’ & is this a City Bus I’ve boarded or a Church Service I’m attending?”
Before I figured whether it was a rhetorical question or not, he begun mumbling to himself as he opened his newspaper with anger motivated jist. Well, Mr. Kimeu had come across people from the City that had refused to bite into the tasty yet invisible bread of life, that the attitude of the man sitted next to me never gave him a bother in the world! He swiftly removed his small black Bible from the back pocket of his trouser and opened it to a page that he seemed fond of compared to the Conductor that was shoving him around, so that he could continue collecting the fare.