theory of chaos

ratatatatata. pow! 'what the hell was that?' i wonder. im in town for a shopping spree for a school event. i had to miss class(please dont tell my mum) and on top of it all, my commitee members chose not to tag along and help me. so, first on agenda was drapes so i got into one of those metallic deathtraps we call matatus refrom Nairobi town headed to Ngara. lotsa indian shops there which sell materials and stuff. anyway, once in the mat, the conductor asks for the fare even before we leave the stage, and its fifty bob(the cheek on these daylight hooligans). as the guy moves to the next seat, it starts, ratatatatat pow! being the typical curious kenyan, i lean across the aisle to look outside and see an alarming number of citizens running for their lives in a manner reminiscent of transformers 3. metaphors aside, i notice something sparkly which appears at intervals punctuated with the occasional pow! a passenger screams what everyone else(but me)must be thinking, 'Alshabab!' from then on its chaos supreme as everybody tries to get out of the matatu through the narrow door. from my vantage point, i observe someone getting trampled and then narrowly avoiding serious injuries as he crawls off. doing some rapid calculations in my head(einstein would be proud), i 86 the window because a fall like that would probably leave me sprawled on the road and easy target as a stomping mat for the running crazed citizens, the only other alternative is the door and from what ive just seen, i'll be damned if i try that route. so i sit down on my seat and start reconciling with my death(yeah, you can laugh all you like but i seriously thought i was a goner) and wonder if i should start asking for forgiveness from God before the second bomb explodes(i hear they deploy in twos). as im facing the door its hard not to see what's happening and its almost funny how the geniuses at the door are making a muddle of escaping. the whole time i was contemplating my untimely demise, no one had managed to escape as there is a human knot stuck at the door. that's when i see it. a tiny space between them. i mean, im not that skinny but maybe i could try and squeeze through. i mean, its worth a try right? so i launch myself off my seat and yay, im out(almost landing flat on the pavement but im out). i dash straight at a shope whose metallic grill doors are descending and make it inside just before it clangs shut.
im hyperventilating but there's nobody to tell me to calm down as everyone is as scared. i count to ten then start asking what happened. nobody seems to know anything but that doesn't seem to stop them from talking. two minutes pass and the owner dares to open the door much to the consternation of the scared people. as i feel that i narrowly escaped death and i dont want to tempt fate, i scootch over to the far end of the shop putting a human shield between me and certain death. i only come near the door when i hear people say its over and i warily make my way out from the shop back to the mat which, thanks to the traffic, is still at the same spot.

once inside, i get an account of what actually happened. The power cable next to the road snapped and started sparking. the immediate danger would have been us getting electrocuted to death had it made contact with our tin can of a matatu. the sparkles and the bomb sounding noises had scared people into thinking that the alshabab were at it again and many fled for their lives.this is when i notice that the guy behind me had broken the window and jumped(way to steal my idea. lol). the matatu is abuzz as everyone is discussing their near death experience and I'm thinking, 'i almost landed face down and got trampled, all for a danger that had already passed?' aside from that, the ride is uneventful apart from some lech who tries to hit on me in the pretense of offering solace. 'as if!' well, if you don't believe me, try and get access to the CCTV cameras on Tom Mboya street for the date 02/04/2012. the girl in the blue off the shoulder jumping off the mat, is your truly.