I love my bus stop. There are always beautiful women around. Short, tall, dark, light all kinds of women. Just looking at them makes me happy. Sometimes I don’t feel like boarding a matatu and going to work, I feel like standing there all day and looking at all the lovely women instead. Going to my bus stop makes my day and I wish there was a way I could spend more time there.

I hate my bus stop. There are always lecherous men around. Men who stare and make you feel like they are undressing you with their eyes. They really creep me out. I wonder if they have jobs because they never seem to want to go anywhere and they only board a matatu if a majority of women do the same. Going to my bus stop ruins my day and I wish there was a separate bus stop for each gender.

© james wamathai