'Tear gas Mondays' too chaotic for older folks going about their business

My uncle happened to have some biashara to do in town last Monday. Unknown to him, Jakom had declared the day a public holiday. This didn't register in his mind when the Murang'a matatu he had boarded at Kenol announced that it won't be venturing beyond Ngara.

Uncle alighted there, then lit a stub of home-rolled kiraiku which had been tucked above his ear. He then walked on towards Grogon, a hood he remembers with fondness. Shortly, he was in River Road where all his youthful memories are buried.