Be Quiet Now
There are several things that I wish to talk about but some I will leave for the vlog. Others, as you may have obviously guessed, must and will be written here. These, as the title suggests, are just ramblings and the experiences may or may not be interlinked.
1. First of all, let me point out this,” everything funny happens on the bus.” Why is this mode of public transport so popular a venue for human antics? Does the bus contain a mystical power that makes people feel free or is it mere fact that they are going home and the bus is the entity aiding this that makes them so light-headed and childish?
It is almost ironic for me to say this (in relation to the last sentence) but the funniest moment I have seen was by a child. She had fallen asleep on the bus in a seat all to herself while her mother was busy trying to keep her 1 year old brother occupied. I must admit that boy needed something, a slap or two maybe. He was so energetic he made me tired. Soon it was time for them to leave, the mother took up the stroller, a heavy backpack and the child and stood at the backdoor. She started to wake her daughter three stops before but the girl would have none of it. She turned around and looked at her mother and promptly went back to sleep. At this point, the tired and frustrated woman began to raise her voice and threaten the child with leaving without her. To my surprise and others as well, the child rolled her eyes and told her mother to “shut up,” she even explained shortly that she was tired. At this point, we all start laughing, we tried to hide it but it was too hard. Finally the mother succeeded with getting the little girl up and they left. At their departure, we all burst out laughing. Why? Because they were white and we were (are) black. One older lady turned around and in the midst of her laughter commented,” If that were a black child, you’d see the slaps going.” To which my friend and I nodded happily in agreement. We know black mothers do not play. Could I have told my mother to shutup and live? Of course not! My friend commented that the slaps would not end until she was up and wide awake. Ah the things that happen on the bus.
2. Yesterday my asexuality was truly confirmed. I was sitting among a group of my friends when a guy walked over to talk to one of them. The friend did introductions and so forth. I found my self staring at this guy. Why was I staring? Because he had awesome legs. They are the legs that make you say,” oh he’s a dancer not ballet but the cool music.” I looked at my legs and they were so fat compared to his. Before I knew it, I had blurted out that thought. Always one to play it cool, I got up and stood beside him. His legs were so awesome! I really want his legs. It did not occur to me that I did not even look at this boy’s face. So I looked, he was not bad-looking at all. I even got to touch his awesome curly hair!! He looked like a little puppy you just want to squeeze the life out of. I had even dreamed that I had a puppy the night before. Sigh. I want to make him my puppy but I really want his legs.
3. Yesterday as I was walking to the library I saw a guy who looked just like my friend. Upon going closer, I realized that he was not. I started walking away when he came up to me with a huge smile and said,” hey best friend.” Who in dickens was this child? Did I know him? Did I have a drunken expedition and make a new best friend ( I am just joking, it sounded like it needed a bit of naughtiness). I looked at him tentatively then said,”hi,” and slowly walked away. I looked back on him and he was still there smiling. I really regret not saying,”hey best friend,” back. That would’ve been interesting.
As I have said before, I will leave some for my vlog so see you then.
Ayong je chingu