56 Minutes in a Probox
Sometimes back, we were doing farming...long story, and I remember when the push came to shove and we had to fold our tools. My trip to the city remains memorable. Our singular mission was clear: find a way back to Nairobi, the bustling urban heart, before twilight's curtain descended. The clock had struck 4 pm, and being stranded in the remote reaches of Machakos County was far from an appealing prospect. Stepping off the 14-seater minivan at Makutano ma Mwala, we stood poised on the roadside, a sea of uncertainty before us. Like a swift current diverting our course, a stranger seized my hand. With a Kamba accent dancing on his tongue, he inquired about our destination. Responding with the fluency of a local, I uttered, "Kithimani." Our journey veered in the opposite direction, as we began our traverse across the road, but fate had other designs. A metallic beast, known as a Probox, materialized before us. A 5-seater on paper...but a 17-seater in reality. Peering withi...