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A certain kind of sharpness and metallic substance that is used to throwing orders around. Students, lawyers, doctors, business folks, and they all talk the same. College students are irritating especially when tanked or commuting in a group. They mostly ride in silence particularly those who have seen combat.

He walks stiffly towards my car, leans against the codriver’s side and peers in through the open window.

They must have just invented a sense of humor where you come from. You just might be the Issac Newton of humor where you come from.

His stone face tells me he is not) He’s the guy who discovered gravity.

Me: Um, Charles, I was actually heading home to Githurai so maybe you could do me a favor and cancel your ride then request another one?

However, when they speak all they do is give orders.

Him: Where I come from, we have perfected the art of a poker face. When was the last time that the both of you played around like kids When was the last time you chased her around that cheap apartment of yours? You will get comfortable with life, focus too much on earning a living, then completely forget to live.

When was the last time you went to watch a performance at the Kenya National Theatre? When was the last time you spanked your wife’s ass?

And you have to come to your uber driving job, which forgive me for saying, is pretty boring. Right there in the middle of the biggest highway in the country.

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If you give me an honest answer, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. Him: And what would my being a soldier have anything to do with my being a criminal? Then maybe I could conclude that you’re probably suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I cast him a defiant look and maybe that’s what prompts him to dip his hand inside his jacket and pull out a pistol. Him: Just in case you’re wondering, yes I have a gun.