Bruised, battered but spirited matatus

A recent matatu ride into town reminded me of a rumour I heard about three years ago – that 14-seaters from around the country come to die on our route. When I first heard the rumour, I laughed at what I thought was an exaggeration of the situation. I mean sure, our mats are not as fancy as some other ones I’ve seen and heard of – that have luxuries such as TV screens, free Wi-Fi and hostesses who greet you at the door with a smile.