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RAIN RAIN GO AWAY..

"Rain rain go away come again another day......" this nursery rhyme must be familiar to most if not all of you.

When you are walking in town after a long day of shopping or at the office, then you feel a drop on your forehead, the first signs of a shower that will come down in no time, your first thought is to make a dash to the bus station or the matatu stage before the touts double the fare withing minutes of the rain.

However much this might be a worry for any person with mobility restrictions or any form of special need, it is not their biggest worry.
 Let me tell you why
* When you are running to get to the bus station before the fare hikes, there's a person to whom running seized to be part of what they can do and they may end up getting drenched before they take cover.
*Am sure for those who have been in the Capital at rush-hour, you know how crazy it gets with people pushing to get a seat on the next matatu or busy home. We all know it gets worse when its raining. Now, think of someone with MD who will be on the ground after the slightest shove and what will happen to then, what time they will get home as they wait for all that crowd to subside. At times, there's is that tout who will agree to save them a seat so they can avoid the shoving, for me, that's my idea of angels on earth.
* Worse at times when the matatus decide to go on strike without caring what their customers will do as they are left with the train to push into.
Next time you are pushing to get into a bus or matatu , pose and think of that person who will not be able to push like you and line up like it is impressively done on a good number of routes around town

Comments

  1. I surely will put that into perspective..

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  2. i think i made it a habit to always look around... and if i find someone who needs my help, i surely will offer myself....

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