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We need to stop excusing BAD MANNERS for MENTAL HEALTH ILLNESS

BY SERAH KAHIU
Take this for example, last week a man was seated next to a lady in a matatu, our very reliable means of Public transport. It is a common excuse to harass women who are dressed in short, exposed clothing. But this lady was not wearing short. Infact, she was fully covered in a Buibui. Ate whuoti? Ndakwîra ûguo, a decent Muslim lady. So as the matatu moves, this guy started wanking himself akishikashika this lady's Buibui... I guess that's his fetish. And get this, he climaxed on it! Yes he soiled her Buibui with his semen. Let us pause for a moment of silence.
#JaneTheVirginMoments.
Now I know a lawyer who will defend this man's actions as a mental health problem. Oooh sijui depression of the penis ... Oooh sijui gatego ka mûtwe... Ohhh ciathire ciaikûrûkire. (Before you shout about my ignorance, last year, after my very heated post here, I went and studied Mental health in depth. So I know what is and is not.) THIS IS BASIC BAD MANNERS. It should be treated as such. And it seems ni kitu amezoea. I'm not sure what the law says about this. But there should be a prohibitive law specific to Men and Women and Transgender wanking against unwilling passengers in all KENYAN PUBLIC TRANSPORT - be it Matatu, Bus, Ferry, Train, also in Taxis, Nduthi, Uber...na hiyo ingine inaletea uber compe. I know life is stressful and many people are not having enough coitus. Dry spell galore. But come onnnn... People comeon! There has to be a better way to relieve that itch. Read a book. Sing a song. Ama bembeleza Bibi. And if this was your husband, tafathari please stop denying him his conjugal rights. Wapatieni hawa mabwana zenu na stairo waache kutusumbua kwa matatu.
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