A day in the life..

A sense of anticipation.

It always begins with a thin film of perspiration on his forehead. It has been there all along, he only notices it's annoying presence when that sense of anticipation hits him. Always the perspiration. Sometimes when it is exceptionally sultry as it can only be in the tropics, a thin trickle of it traces an annoying line from his armpit down to.. Arrested development; the closely woven cotton of his white vest always stops it on it's lethargic journey.

He contemplates taking out the white tissue paper from his left trouser pocket to wipe away the perspiration from his forehead. On most days, he does so. Sometimes he lets the thought linger in his mind and hence his forehead becomes a shining beacon.. a magnet for the ever present swirling dust. 

With practised movement, he pulls out the white tissue paper, unrolls it and proceeds to dab his once acne-riddled forehead. He contemplates the now wet tissue in his hand with disgust but is at the same time filled with a sense of ease; the kind of sense-of-ease that can only be brought about by a dry forehead.

He lays back in his seat as the wheels churn up the traffic and eat up the distance speedily bringing him to his point of disembarkation. It is always at that confluence of two roads, when all the drivers' blood is at their hottest that he wonders about the distinct lack of road markings. Road markings that would definitely serve to bring all that boiling blood to an even simmer and perhaps to a cooling of exemplary humanity. The sight of unhealthy side walks and and an  even unhealthier roundabout bring him to the incongruity of a bridge without hand rails, that constant reminder of the city's hunger for ugali and steel.

That sense of anticipation comes to a head with the flood of humanity that his ingress into the city brings. An annoying press of flesh that is only made tolerable by the occasional if not frequent sighting of a beautiful, roundly shaped, female behind. Yes, booty makes the world go round, in perfect onion shaped circles!

(To be continued...)