hey guys how are all of you doing? fine I hope. Well,class today we were learning about the Legality of Contracts. The lecturer reached a kapoint where she was talking about the Western Australian Road Traffic Act. This sent me on a daydreaming journey. I started thinking about cars, then started to wonder if Kenya has a Road Traffic Act, then i started thinking about Kenyan Driving Schools. Yes the one's where you asked by the driving TA, "Nini hii?" (pointing to the pedestrian crossing on the meza). And come the replies, "Hiyo ni Zebra crossing!!" Driving TA, "Ati hii ni Simbla clossing? Onaonaga Simbla wakifuka mbalambala? Kweda. Hii ni pendestlian clossing. Semeni pedestlian clossing..."

I have been to Driving school twice. The first time I failed. You know I don't know why. I don't mean to brag, but I was the brightest student in that class. Imagine my class constituted old guys and three young guys; another kachic, a jamaa and me of course. Now, I concluded that I was the brightest coz the old guys were taking remedial classes. The chic and the jamaa ended up hooking up. I remember asking myself, "Kwani they think romance will get them a driving licence?"
So, we went for the driving exam in Karen. Two guys went into the examination room before me, both passed. I went in and I failed-I will not tell you what made me fail coz I will die of sheer embarrasment. When I tokad, guys were asking me, "umepita?" And I was like, "Ehh...ndio, ndio! Wameniambia ningojee kufanya practical."(laughing uncomfortably) And my classmates were so happy-I wish they knew. Sheesh, don't look at me like that. I had to lie, I couldn't tell the truth, I was the BLOODY BRIGHTEST PERSON IN THAT CLASS!! Yes, it was a huge blow to my 'ego'. So, I stayed at that place for like 3 hours pretending to wait for 'the practical assessment.' Well I got tired of waiting, I had to eventually go home, but I had to do it a very calculated manner. So, I told my classmates that I was going across Ngong road to a kakiosk to buy some chips. So, I crossed the road and pretended to go to the kiosk, and when they were not looking, ran across the road again and quickly got into a matatu.

However, you will be happy to know that when I went to driving school a second time (after 2 1/2 years), I passed. You know why? I had a strategy...yes a stra-te-gy. It was to be humble and act stupid.My philosphy: It is wise to know that you do not know anything. And you know what? It really really worked-I am the very proud owner of a driving licence you see-for 2 1/2 years I thought that red licence was unobtainable.
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