I have a serious problem with the young generation, especially those who have no idea what personal hygiene is. It’s not the first time I am talking about this.
I’m talking about boys who ‘rewind’ socks and hardly use basic things like roll-on for that fresh scent; young women who grow wild hair beneath smelly weaves for months; and women who wear singlets but don’t bother to shave their armpits.
Today, however, I want to digress a bit and focus on hygiene around our surroundings. Personally, I was brought up under the wings of a perfectionist mother — she would arrive from work expecting to find the vitamba the same way she left them in the morning. This kind of discipline made us to be conscious of our immediate surroundings.
It is important that we keep our offices and homes tidy. Unfortunately, many young men have no regard for hygiene, and their houses look like a scene where an explosion has just occurred!
Recently, I visited Buru, where I spent most of my childhood days. I was shocked to see old, crappy matatus plying the route. What became of the real Buru mathrees?
Then, rumours would spread across the estate announcing the arrival of a new matatu. As usual, we would lie in wait just to have a ride. It was common to hear phrases like: “Jikoni inaiva (it’s cooking in the kitchen).” And the matatus were well pimped and maintained.
One Marsha Live with courtesy of his company, Catskills, was known for transforming matatus into manyanga. So you can imagine my shock the other day when I entered one of the so-called manyanga. It didn’t even have a name.
The seats were dirty, smelly and without adequate cushioning. The music was wanting, with the sound coming from speakers that delivered what sounded like confused noise.
I remembered the old, lovely matatus of our days, the likes of ‘Innocent,’ which only played slow romantic music by the likes of Surface, Toni Braxton, Baby Face and others.
For those who only loved Lil Wayne and other ‘noise-makers,’ there was Kireti, Horse, and Shadow, JJ Original and many more.
Back to my recent manyanga ride. Well, the makanga looked shady and reminded me of a pickpocket. The man was stinking of sweat.
The Sheng he spoke was so confusing, yet he seemed to believe that everyone in the mat understood it. What happened to Buru having the best staff? I have always mentioned one Mike Mandechu who was the neatest driver.
When he was behind the wheels, you were certain of reaching home safely. Conductors like Muita used to come dressed in suits and formal shoes. Muita never dropped or hung on the matatu — he valued his suit!
Guys like Musembi, just like American musician Tupac Shakur, even had nose rings. Imagine seeing a Kenyan with a nose ring then. But he was cool and addressed clients with respect. These guys took their work seriously. It’s no wonder most estate girls admired and fell in love with them.
It doesn’t matter where you work, the youth of today must learn to be neat and courteous. This attitude of uta do what must stop.