Public transport in the '90s was the worst experience anyone could have when moving from one place to another. It was a time when ramshackle and rickety jalopies ferried people around the villages and even some areas in Nairobi.
In my village, south of the Nakuru-Nairobi highway, a place called Ndeiya, tucked away on the outskirts of Limuru, we were transported by ridiculous vehicles from the Second World War era to and from Limuru.