In case my last blog did not keep you thoroughly entertained, I thought I would supplement with some classic Kenyan humor.
Things that Kenyans find everyday/mundane, the average American would find, well, simply odd.
So my question is, "how did the chickens cross the road?"
-"by mutatu of-course!"
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Chickens ride free on mutatus |
(Mutatu is the public form of transportation. Generally dangerous, smelly, and crowded, and always loud. But also inexpensive. Also noteworthy, is the fact that I have yet to ride a mutatu without a memorable experience.)
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