Mishap za Kaniaro I had heard that people were getting my bag. I figured this would minimize the robbed in matatus without their knowl- chances of a thieving or nosy passenger get- edge. I never imagined it would happen ting a peek inside. I don’t know what prompted to me. I’m careful, watchful. I’ve always me to open my bag this time, but when I did placed my handbag on my lap in full sight, I was shocked to find that I didn’t have my and as such, how could anyone unzip wallet! The wallet that had my 12K. The 12K it and help themselves to any valuables I had grand plans for. I frantically emptied the therein without me noticing? Well, I was contents of my bag; my wallet wasn’t among about to find out. them. I searched the floor of the matatu. I sus- piciously and accusingly asked my immediate I had just come from a Chama where I neighbor to stand up and check on their seat, had been awarded a cool KES. 12,000 as under it, in their jacket, but it was still missing. I was that month’s beneficiary. The money I loudly asked if anyone had seen a blue wal- couldn’t have come at a better time. I had let. I looked inside my bag again and again. pending monetary commitments press- The wallet was gone. I had been robbed! I ing me for fulfilment. I boarded a matatu couldn’t have accidentally dropped it. When for home like I often did and continued and how it happened remains a mystery to daydreaming about the things I would buy date. To add fuel to the fire my newly renewed and the debts I would pay. The amount ATM card and its enveloped PIN were in it. would not settle everything and would This took place on a Sunday and there was no probably be finished by day two, but at way I could have gotten in touch with the bank Toilet Chronicles is a short series of interconnected stories that occur in least I would pay my Mama Mboga’s ac- to cancel the card or unauthorize any transac- front of the bathroom mirror at a club’s ladies bathroom. These stories Toilet Tales is a short series of interconnected stories that occur in front of the cruing bill before she could gossip about tions made through it. By the time I reached explore different characters’ emotional foibles, indiscretions, joys and bathroom mirror at a club’s ladies bathroom. These stories explore different my daily vegetable diet and my poor debt the bank the following day my account had fears. The stories are fictional but carry an element of truth in them. settling, if she wasn’t already. already been cleaned out. I have never felt so characters’ emotional foibles, indiscretions, joys and fears. The stories are helpless in my life. That month had about sixty fictional but carry an element of truth in them. Usually, I held the exact fare in my hand days, and extremely depressing ones. so there would never be a reason to open 50nd3k4 178 50nd3k4 179 50nd3k4 179