Another great place is Jaffery
Sports Club where there is a proper running track.
-- My friend and I witnessed the very
definition of impotence while driving from NBO to
Westlands, when we got caught up in one of Nairobiís
infamous traffic snarl ups.
In the middle of the roundabout
ahead of us stood a traffic cop in his smart clean
He pointed, he waved.
He stuck his arms out.
I think he even blew a whistle.
But the shiny uniform and the
shrill whistle were no cover for his demeanour.
He couldnít help it but he gave
off a signal, and this signal said:
ĎIím standing in the
middle of the craziest traffic in central
Nairobi. Please somebody help meí.
He might as well have been wearing
a large placard saying Ďrun me over now!í.
In the merciless Nairobi traffic,
this poor man didnít stand a chance.
The drivers hooted, maneuvered and
generally ignored him.
As one impatient driver almost
bumped into him, the man jumped out of the way
with an expression of wounded disappointment; how
could his fellow man treat him so abominably?
This was a traffic cop with the
sensibility of a poet.
As the cars pushed and shoved, our
hero (pointing, waving and whistling) became just
another obstacle to be driven around.
But though completely routed, our
hero did not desert his post - a great example of
an admirable, if futile, valiance.
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