i’m stuck in a bit of traffic in nakuru town. a boda rides right up next to me, and a hawker also stops nearby. the boda guy looks at me and nods…
boda: hi ni cc ngapi?
boda: *louder* ni cc ngapi hii pikipiki?
me: *nods more vigorously*
boda: *figures he might be talking to a foreigner who doesn’t know swahili* how many cc?
boda: *pointing at my bike with his mouth/helmet* how many cc?
me: *nodding vigorously* yes! yes!
boda and hawker guys eye me incredulously and both leave me alone… wakati mwingine sitakangi ujinga.