Weaponized || Muse Daniel
Mornings were usually hectic. He had to do everything hastily so that he could catch up with public transport. In case he missed one of the shuttles, he would be forced to use a motorcycle, which was not only expensive but also required battling with dust. The bus station was empty, except for two matatus parked opposite Mama Watoto Shop. He quickly entered one of them, joining two other passengers. As he sat quietly behind them, their conversation caught his attention.