Respecting women
It was at about 8:30 p.m on a usual Monday night. There were few people on the streets as I boarded the KBS bus from Kinamba to town to find another heading to Kimironko. I was on my way home from my French lessons. I boarded and was just about to sit back and enjoy my ride –as much as permissible—when the passengers besides me asked, if the conductor had told me the bus is headed to Nyamirambo. I was taken aback by his question and shrugged it off.
Mutual respect is what counts.