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Boris!

Coming to work this morning was bliss!

I didn't have to fight with wananchi in the mat to open the window(s) at least a crack! Is it just me or does everyone refuse to open windows because it's cold?


Doesn't matter that the mat is filled with all of 14 passengers, all in warm clothing and the windows are misty! Good knows what would happen if it should one day snow in Nairobi.

Didn't have to mull over the poor excuse of a seat belt and balance the various options of tying, the often, tired, dirty seat belt round my waist; getting my clothes dirty, the fear of a police spot check with my need for protection in case of the unknown.

So yes, I drove myself to work this morning bobbing my head to James Ingram, singing along to the tracks I love and feeling that all was right with the world.

My beautiful car has been christened Boris, Wambzz you undoubtedly understand why, and guys I know cars are 'supposed' to be christened with feminine names but I'm a chic!

Comments

Cosmic Leap said…
Lesaan! Indeed people just like wallowing in the heat of over-packed vehicles... it's get's so stuffy. I'd buy a car just to be able to open the window.

Congrats Lesaan, you deserve a decent ride.

Is it Boris Yeltsin / Boris Becker?

Wambzz women change the trend on car acquisition(hint hint hint hint...!)
Nicholas Ochiel said…
I'm afraid to say it.... but I'm slightly jealous...lol... my dear Lesaan, you are a success magnet...

Please let me interview you. Women need to know stories like yours.. they need to realize that, like you, they can be the best at whatever they do and enjoy the fruits of that success...
Nicholas Ochiel said…
lesaan, you are so corrupt that sometimes I wonder how it is I keep reading your posts..lol.. I guess no one ever got addicted to anything that wasn't bad :)

I can't believe you said this:

"Also, most women don't need cars, men are there to pick and drop them, yes?"

I guess you are right, men have to buy cars (and good ones at that) because the existence of their lovelife is predicated upon being able to quickly ferry their prospective victim from point of contact to point of... well....

But on a serious note, women are more like men these days. The car has to be more powerful, more testosterone filled, excuding both power and elegance.

I rarely see women going for "girly" cars any more. This alone proves to me that the trend is shifting towards a new direction..

Women want empowerment, women want toys, women want self actualization...

The change is that they are now no longer afraid to brazenly pursue and flaunt it...

Kudos to all powerful women

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