thirdworldcitizen

Patience is a virtue they say, patience, patience, patience……..patience, an art you master because smacking people on the head with your shoe is a crime or simply because you are a non-confrontational coward hiding behind an “innocent face”. Patience is the art of learning how to hold your handbag close to your chest while sitting in a matatu so that the lady with the largest hips decides she has to squeeze past you to get to the last seat leaving the empty ones behind. You hold your bag close because, a slip in memory and that thing with its content will be on the floor and you will have your face rubbing against someone’s behind as you retrieve it! Patience is a virtue they say. Patience is sitting next to a lady in a matatu, hot day, stuffy matatu, sweaty people and she decides it’s the most appropriate time to unpack her snack. A boiled egg that could have been a cockerel, an annoying one at that, the one that wakes up the entire neighbourhood. She isn’t done yet! She will pl