My Monday Morning Transit

My Monday Morning Transit

On the morning transit

It is approaching 8AM and I’m heading off to work. I am tired and sleepy and most definitely cranky. I am not a morning person in any sense of the word. I’m at the bus stop waiting on the ’43’, my morning transit bus. According to the Winnipeg Transit app, the bus should be here any minute.

It is also cold which is not helping me at all.

This particular bus driver is great but extremely perky. It makes me mad just how cheery he is. Not mad at him, at me. Why can’t I be like that?

In the mornings, I would much rather not talk. But since I hate it when I energetically approach people and they give me nothing, I put my best effort for this bus driver. He’s warm, always in a jolly mood. I wish Continue reading “My Monday Morning Transit”

The Hustle is Real

I am well over the age of majority. I can already feel some of you children cringing but hold it right there. It’s actually the best age I’ve ever been. A place where it’s all butterflies and cupcakes, what’s the appropriate saying here, it’s all rosy? Not exactly. But it’s a happy place nonetheless. You know when you’re a kid and life revolves around homework, video games (here Kenyans my age would insert playing bano– There is an English word for bano but it’s much more interesting when we just say bano.So, I’ll find you a picture instead) and some T.V.?
traditional marble game Continue reading “The Hustle is Real”