I went there today to get myself a pizza while expecting to see wajirani.
I ask the lady at counter what transpired on madaraka day and they all say they have no idea. Then this short guy comes and stands next to me 'checking' out varieties.(blame instincts)
My mind goes 'Here he is! wajirani original himself but wait,why is he short?
I move further from him cz I understand short people have a low threshold for anger.
I step out,put on a serious hard face and acted like I was from Intergrity House,then proceed to talk to the pump attendants.
They all started speaking at once! jeeez trying to absolve themselves from blame, while pointing an accusing finger at the security guys. 'Sisi kazi yetu ni hapa kwa petroli hapana huko.' they lamented.
I told them the fellow they harrassed was 'our staff'. smh.
One look at the security guy and I felt philanthropic.Seriously I felt like buying him a good cup of tea and bread cz he looked tired and old.
Nobody wants to be held responsible I realised.
I slapped myself and left.
it is well.
"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.