Death by PLASTIC 💀

It first struck me as absolute disbelief, a complete meltdown. Disillusioned and frustrated, I was soon overtaken by a surge of rage, left utterly aghast. How could a fully grown human being be so careless? How could someone be so thoughtless, so emotionless, in the way they discard waste? Were they raised by apes?

I don’t mean to be crude! After all, everyone has littered at some point. But isn’t it time we learned? Isn’t it time we matured, showed a little concern for the environment we all share?

Allow me to set the scene. I was cruising down the Naivasha–Nakuru highway, late for a family gathering, the sun dipping low as traffic crawled endlessly ahead. Impatience crept in. I weighed my chances, edged forward, and dared to overtake two matatus in front of me. And then it happened.

A hand shot out from one of the matatus. A plastic bag was released into the air and slammed against my windshield.

Everything in me tensed. I instinctively reached for the wipers, a mistake that only made things worse. Grease, crumbs, leftover yoghurt and fries, all smeared across the glass in a sickly pink blur. The road dissolved into honking horns and pure panic. Somehow, I forced my way back into my lane, barely escaping what could have made the evening news.

Shaking, ...