Save Me!!!

I am just from an interview of sorts for a job am not sure I want but then again want and need are different and my present predicament is the latter at the interview there was a white lady from Europe she looked at me with a stare that could melt me if her eyes had infra rays  at the moment I dint know why she made me uneasy all I knew is that she was a scary lady. I got the job and off I went home to prepare myself to report to work the following week everything about that day just stood out and all for all the wrong reasons...

 I boarded the only matatu at the bus stop and found myself a seat next to this young man. A few minutes later a lady boards and sits across from me she was barely seated when she unwrapped  this black polythene bag and start to eat. The smell of food,air pollutants and the smell of feet!! Wait! whose feet are those stinking up the entire matatu? I glance around and it does not take long to realise that the fella sitting besides me  was the culprit!! I can't move since the matatu is now full my only option is to alight. I decide to brave it since I left my laundry out and I won't chance it getting  rained on. we are barely twenty minutes out of town and I decide I will not suffer in silence.." Excuse me sir, please wear your shoes." I address the guy next to me looking at him squarely in the face. shocked, he hurriedly puts wears them and bows his head... I think to myself that maybe it is the embarrassment that I have caused him that has led to him burying his head in the seat in front of him..
I cold rude wind hits my face and I realise that I just lost my shield when I asked the guy to put on his shoes. He decided to punish me by exposing me to the wrath of the winds.the window was broken so there was no way to close it. I was not dressed appropriately for such strong wind I almost took back my words.... My train of thoughts is interrupted by this annoying music on the radio the song playing is interrupted by the presenter to give a time and traffic update "Ni saa Kinde na mbao.....' (It is twenty past four...) sigh! Dear Lord !! when will I stop using public means?? God please bless me so I can stop encountering such people. then as if to mock my prayer and laugh at me the lady that was eating throws up and bits land on my shoes!! Saitan! what sort journey is this?
I call my Mr."baby, are you home? is it about to rain? " "No rain or signs of it. What's wrong?'' he asks guessing from my voice that I was not ok. 'I am ok just running late.' I respond not wishing to trouble him . I ask to alight because I felt like I was going to throw up myself. I was not going to kill myself just because I had paid fare to a certain destination. The journey was going to take me longer but I was not going to suffer through it again. I board a different matatu almost immediately so I was not going to be late after all. I get home just before the weather changes and I start to quickly pick my laundry. I am almost done when my bra escapes my grip and lands on the watchman! "Nyasaye!(God!) what have I done to get this punishment? Please tell the devil to stay away! ...little did I know it just the beginning of my woes.... the following week when I start my job I realise the devil does not live far from us....he's just next door..