I stood there, adjusting my cap and preparing to whistle down a speeding matatu, when she stepped off the bus. Everything changed the moment I saw her. It was not just her presence; it was the way she moved. She possessed a figure that commanded attention, specifically a “nyash” so substantial it seemed to defy the laws of physics and gravity.
As a traffic officer, I am trained to maintain order, but my professional composure evaporated instantly. I found myself walking toward her, completely ignoring the three lanes of overlapping cars behind me.
As a traffic officer, I am trained to maintain order, but my professional composure evaporated instantly. I found myself walking toward her, completely ignoring the three lanes of overlapping cars behind me.
At the same time, the conductor of the bus she had just exited jumped down, ignoring his passengers and his fare collection. We both reached her at the same moment, our eyes glazed over with a strange, uncontrollable fixation.
“Move aside, officer, this one is mine!” the conductor shouted, shoving me into the dusty path of a parked motorbike. My blood boiled. I did not care about my uniform or the crowd of onlookers filming with their phones.
“Move aside, officer, this one is mine!” the conductor shouted, shoving me into the dusty path of a parked motorbike. My blood boiled. I did not care about my uniform or the crowd of onlookers filming with their phones.
I swung a punch that landed squarely on his jaw, and within seconds, we were rolling in the dirt, trading blows over who would get to talk to this woman first. The sound of hooting horns and cheering bystanders faded into the background as we fought like wild animals for her attention.
The woman simply stood there, checking her reflection in a small handheld mirror and smoothing her dress over her curves. She looked completely unbothered by the chaos she had ignited between the law and the transport sector.
The woman simply stood there, checking her reflection in a small handheld mirror and smoothing her dress over her curves. She looked completely unbothered by the chaos she had ignited between the law and the transport sector.
It was only later, after we were pulled apart by fellow officers and a group of boda boda riders, that the truth began to emerge. This was no ordinary attraction; it was a magnetic pull that felt almost supernatural.read more...https://drkashiririka.com/?shorts=traffic-police-exchange-blows-with-a-bus-conductor-over-a-woman-with-big-nyash
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