[Edward Kiplimo, Standard]Until Covid-19 punctured my wallet, I have, for the last 22 years, been a constant traveller. I swear I have travelled the breadth of the Nairobi-Kakamega road for so long and so often that I have crammed the highway’s every bush, road bump and police road block. I have endured bogus preachers and seen hawkers shove frilly, wild coloured inner wear in old people’s faces at bus stops. Heck, I have even wound up in Kitui, yet the touts had sworn the bus was going to Kakamega. One, of the suited middle-aged traveller who leapt after his “escaping” chicken across the highway in Nakuru at midnight.

Source: Standard Digital June 14, 2021 02:00 UTC