The midday heat at the busy roundabout was already stifling, but the tension reached a boiling point when a routine traffic stop turned into a full blown wrestling match. I stood there, adjusting my cap and preparing to whistle down a speeding matatu, when she stepped off the bus. Everything changed the moment I saw her. It was not just her presence; it was the way she moved. She possessed a figure that commanded attention, specifically a “nyash” so substantial it seemed to defy the laws of physics and gravity.
As a traffic officer, I am trained to maintain order, but my professional composure evaporated instantly. I found myself walking toward her, completely ignoring the three lanes of overlapping cars behind me. At the same time, the conductor of the bus she had just exited jumped down, ignoring his passengers and his fare collection. We both reached her at the same moment, our eyes glazed over with a strange, uncontrollable fixation.…CONTINUE READING
