I visited Meru, I will be honest and say I was on a business assignments but that would kill my vibe. I boarded a matatu early enough to get the front seat, so as to reach my destination before everyone else.
I waited for the empty seats to be occupied as I listened to music on my earphones.
I chose to do that since I've had enough of people complain about their troubles, including the current unga shortage.
Eventually, the mat was full and we set off. Not far from Nanyuki a Prado that was right ahead of us screeched and flew into a river, I'm still trying to find out what they call that river. We pulled over, got out of the matatu and helped where we could.
I could see how shaken everyone was, most of them exclaiming at how fast bad things happen. We left the Prado with its occupants and we set on our way.
Now everyone is quiet, I could tell they were all replaying that Prado scene in their minds. I was shaken too, I didn't listen to my music anymore.
I chose to keep my eyes on the road lest we find another river, I even refrained from reading my neighbour's chats which by the way is my all time travel hobby.
Soon we got to Meru and it was now time to head back. I knew I had to use a vehicle and I hated every thought of it. It scared me and I wished I could walk back to the city, I remember at some point I inwardly cursed the inventors of those mean machines.
Seeing no other choice, I got into one. This time round, I was modest enough to let other people seat in front. I said a quiet prayer as we left Meru asking nature not to put rivers on our way, at least not close to the road.
I was beginning to settle down and look for a neighbour with juicy chats when the driver accelerated terrifically. I jolted to see what was ahead of us, there was nothing.
By now, those two women whom I had gracefully let use my front seat were screaming; Chindwe! Chetani! Chindwe!
Someone from a seat behind me hit his head on the matatu roof as he tried to get off his seat. He must have been sleeping, I joked in my head.
I turned to look at him and my joke dried immediately. A big lone elephant was on our track. He was running full speed, his trunk raised high up. One look at him and I hit my head too.
Now the matatu was filled with cries, amidst them prayers to shame the devil. Our driver was wresting with the steering wheel like the future of the world depend on it.
The beast was catching up, I could see determination in his not big eyes. I think I might have mumbled some prayer myself. Our driver kept a considerably good distance between us and the elephant.
He pulled over, maybe to do something to the animal or maybe he was just tired of speeding. Out of nowhere comes this boda boda guy, his motorbike playing Diamond Platinum's Salome in full blast. He was headed straight to the elephant's direction.
No amount of hooting by our driver could alert him.
He zoomed past our matatu chewing furiously on the big ball of muguka in his cheek. You could hear people gasp, knowing well he was going to be crushed.
The elephant had slowed down and was watching us watch him. The seconds that passed were loud in my ears and I didn't blink as my eyes followed the Nduthi guy.
His eyes met the animal and they stared at each other. He spun his machine while still at full speed, right past us without blinking or even looking at us.
On the other hand, the elephant was disappearing at the other end of the road. He was at a speed I didn't know elephant's possess. This time both his trunk and tail were tucked safely somewhere under his limbs.
He must have thought the Nduthi guy was an alien or something else that must scare elephants that much. I was the first to burst into laughter, it was hilarious seeing two different forces running from each other at that speed.
Our driver composed himself and drove us off amidst loud chatter. A while away, we passed our Nduthi guy who was still unblinking and unstopping.
He didn't look at us even this time. In fact, he looked frozen on his bike, the only thing missing was his muguka ball which I knew he would swallow involuntarily.
The rest of the journey was uneventful and I got home safe, still wondering if the bodaboda operator ever stopped. For all I know he is still somewhere trying to come to terms with the happenings of those few seconds. And maybe fighting to digest his ball of green gummy muguka