My every hypocritical evening commute
My Bolt rides home typically expose me to the perspectives and realities of others, but they also allow me to learn more about myself. My most recent drive home revealed that I can be an absolute hypocrite, which is ironic considering I was aware of my hypocritical behaviour that evening. Ali picked me up from school at around 3:30 p.m. He had an Arusha accent (a Swahili accent mostly found in the North of Tanzania) and gave me a warm smile. He looked very youthful and welcomed me into the car. I got into the car and settled in. “What form are you in?” “I’m in form 6 kaka” “Oh! So you’re going to be in university next year.” “Yes”, I said with a smile. He suddenly became quiet, I started to worry maybe I said something wrong. He let out an audible exhale and started to talk, He gave me advice about career progression and how the beginning is usually tough! “Vijana (The youth) these days like fast money. They want to complete university and get 1, 2 and 3 million per m...