By Joana
Now that I am a proud holder of a Kenyan driver’s license, I can finally relax and look back on that crazy day of my driving test.
I got to Rocky s Driving School headquarters in the center of town by 8:30. The small back room was already packed, and the seats were all claimed so I leaned against the wall. At precisely 9:30 the big red Rocky’s pickup truck rumbled to a stop outside. The instructions were for us to get in the back. Then started the mad scramble for space, which reminded me of something that my friend once told me ; ’Kenyan’s have space mania.’ I would say it was justifiable, though, as the truck only had skinny benches lining both sides, and we were at least 50 people. No time to waste, the truck started and we were thrown back and forth, grabbing onto everything from railing to each others’ shirts to keep footing. But it was an enjoyable ride. I liked the open air feeling and watching Nairobi wiz by in a flash of color and dust.