As narrated by Ortis Dundo’s
One day I littered in town, ate a pineapple and threw the stalk on the road. Immediately I was surrounded by a group of rogue Kanjos who were ready to manhandle me.
Kijana unajua umefanya makosa gani? One asked..
Ndio najua, na naomba msamaha. I responded.
Ni mzuri unajua makosa lakini hio pole yake haisaidii kufanya Nairobi kukua safi. Itabidi umetoa elfu mbili ama unalala City Hall Leo.. Said the Kanjo
Kusema tu ukweli, mimi sina hata shillingi. Kwanza nilikua najiambia kwa roho mtu ataniongelesha wa kwanza hapa kwa stage ya Railways, ni Mungu tu atakua amemtuma anilipie fare ya kuenda kanisani….at this point they had started laughing wondering if I was high.
Wewe unadhani tunacheza na wewe, sindio ? One said.
Haya basi ,kama hamniamini, chukueni wallet yangu. Mkipata pesa, chukueni yote na bado mnipeleke City Hall nitalala wiki moja. I confidently responded.
At this point they looked at each other on confusion, looked at me in a pitiful manner. Mmoja aliingiza tu mkono kwa mfuko akanitolea Rwabe.
Shika hio, enda kanisaa utuombee. Wewe ni mtu muungwana na roho safi sana. He said.
Asante sana, Mbarikiwe sana. With this I jumped into a Rongai Matatu. Immediately I sat down, I removed my wallet from my pocket, opened it, counted the 10k I had on me, added the 200 bob from the Kanjo, then thanked the heavens, sasa hao watu wangeangalia ndani jameni.