Epilogue: Matatus – The Identity of Nairobi
Nairobi, Kenya is certainly one of the most iconic destination in Africa. From the tall skyscrapers, the lush greenery to the vibrant ecosystem of the Nairobi National Park, a visit to Nairobi will leave you with the ardent desire to get the infamous Kenyan wristband. A visit to Nairobi, however, is not complete without exploring the exhilarating Nairobi matatu culture. Matatus are more than just a way to get around, they are a form of expression and representation of Nairobi’s culture and identity. They are known for their loud music, graffiti, custom designs, and flashy lights. Matatus often feature artwork of hip hop artists, international pop stars, athletes, political icons, and religion.
My Experience with Nairobi Matatus
So, it’s 6:48 pm in Umoja and I’m on a mission, a near-impossible one, to get to a shop in town that closes at 7 pm. You can imagine the pressure, right? Opposite, Billabong, and Muhudumu (the crème de la crème of Umoja matatus) are nowhere in sight. Just Frakas Matatu parked there, engine roaring like it had something to prove. (Yes, Matatus have names!)
I wasn’t about to play humble passenger. Nah. I hit the tout with my classic, ego-bruising line:
“Hii mat itanifikisha Tao by 7 ama nitafute boda?” – A common refrain in Nairobi matatu culture to assert dominance.
Now, for context, this line is pure dynamite. Ever since Opposite’s sleek entrance into the Umoja route, Frakas has been trying to keep up, and any hint that boda bodas might outperform them? Fatal to their fragile egos. The tout straightened up, looked me dead in the eye, and confidently barked,
“Wewe ingia ndani, utashangaa!”
Challenge accepted.
What happened next? Call it a miracle or sheer matatu wizardry, but at exactly 6:58 pm, I was stepping off Frakas in town. TWO MINUTES TO SPARE. Honestly, if that ma3 had wings, I wouldn’t have been surprised. I dashed to the shop, grabbed my goods, and as I stood there, I realized: I’m going back with the same matatu. Why? For the drama, the flattery, and—of course the “jabajuice” stories.
The ride back was peak Umoja entertainment. The tout, now feeling like a god amongst men, had his iPhone out, flexing unnecessarily, like taking blurry photos of the highway at night was some sort of art form. Passengers were arguing about why five of them were crammed into the three-seater while the driver, high on adrenaline from the earlier rush, was busy overtaking everyone like he was auditioning for “Fast and Furious: Nairobi Drift”
At some point, I asked the tout why the matatu smelled like roasted maize mixed with cheap air freshener and despair. He burst out laughing, claiming that the scent was “Umoja’s identity.” Umoja, my people, is unmatched.
Here’s the kicker, though. Everyone else was paying 100 bob for the trip back, but me? I flashed my cheekiest grin and handed over 50 bob. The tout didn’t even blink, just nodded and moved on. The art of flattery, my friends, is undefeated.
Oh, and did I mention? Instead of going back to Umoja, this matatu decided it was Pipeline’s turn to shine. The driver switched to Outering Road without warning. As we zigzagged through potholes the size of swimming pools, one passenger yelled, “Hujabeba mzigo si polisi wawekwe kwa hizi barabara zenu!” Another retorted, “Hata police wanakataa kufika huku!”
By the time we hit pipeline, the entire matatu was in stitches. A woman was cracking jokes about how Outering Road’s potholes double as fishponds. A guy next to me was ranting about how his date canceled, claiming his perfume was “too strong” when clearly the issue was the “fishpond splash effect” on his trousers.
Frakas may not have the swagger of Opposite or the reliability of Muhudumu, but it has something better chaos and stories worth 50 bob. As for me, I’ll keep riding and writing. Who knows? Maybe my next stop will be “Frakas Diaries: Pipeline Edition.”
Stay tuned.
The Nairobi matatu culture is a unique experience you can only have in Kenya. If you are visiting Kenya for the first time, be sure to wander in the streets of Nairobi, or perhaps hire a bespoke matatu for a road trip before going down to Maasai Mara or Amboseli for safari to see the Big Five.
Author: alvinsstephen
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