I haven't had a fascinating traveler all week. Or then again perhaps I have, yet wasn't focusing on them. I was excessively bustling remaining covered inside my make a beeline forgive careful consideration to whatever else. Like a few evenings ago I boarded a matatu home in the wake of a prolonged day at work. It was around 10 PM and individuals situated alongside the windows were napping off on the grounds that possibly they too had a taxing day. Or on the other hand, perhaps their companions came to bed with exceptionally cool feet that kept them alert the earlier night. You just never know with these things. Mostly home, the matatu chose to go up against a bigger number of travelers than its seats could hold. These additional travelers would need to movement standing. Among them was this couple with a child being held by the man. I like infants. Particularly when they are not crying and filling their diapers with the shocking stench. This infant was not crying but rather since the dad didn't take a load off, I figured with the way the matatu was being made by a distraught individual, it would begin crying its lungs out any second at this point. Unpleasant dad So I surrendered my seat to the dad who readily took it without murmuring an expression of appreciation. Moan. I took a gander at alternate travelers to check whether they had seen my chivalrous demonstration, yet in the event that they did, they didn't appear to mind. They were excessively stuck, making it impossible for their advanced cells to try and notice on the off chance that some individual dropped a projectile in the transport. On the off chance that these individuals proceed with like this, I can ensure they will miss the Second Happening to Christ. The more I remained in that matatu, the more I harped on what I had done and how I required a crowd of people to ululate and celebrate and break out move moves for me. Be that as it may, not in any case one individual appeared to take note. I felt remorseful for not having the capacity to 'tenda wema nenda zangu' (do great and go in my direction). Not by any means a "Divine being has seen what you've done and recorded it in His Book," thought appeared to improve the situation. I landed a couple of kilometers before my goal, not on the grounds that the absence of acknowledgment for my activity goaded me, but since the contemplations of wanting to be praised by outsiders were getting to be overpowering. When I landed, my first intuition was to call my significant other and disclose to her about it. About how I had spared a youthful dad and his little child from the wicked exhaustion of voyaging standing. I called her yet I didn't educate her concerning it. It took everything inside me not to in light of the fact that on the off chance that I advised her, I would have expected a "Gracious, you are such a decent soul, you!" from her and perhaps with any good fortune, our bed would squeak throughout the night. The next morning, after a Facebook companion spent a World War III sort of night with his significant other, he took to Facebook, informing individuals concerning how his better half was a 'sumbua' and how he saved her from the dangers of neediness when she couldn't bear the cost of cushions. This made me believe; it's hard being a not too bad person, would it say it isn't? Furthermore, when you are conventional, you need a group observing all your great deeds, since what great is, as a rule, decent if there is no one to see it? Where is the joy in the correct hand doing great without the left hand getting some answers concerning it? There is zero fulfillment in that, right? Yet, I have confidence in Karma. So I figure the universe will figure out how to furnish a proportional payback and as I walk whatever remains of the way home taking exposed night air and pushing my hands further into my pockets, I can finally relax. Turns out you can do great, leave peacefully and still like it. I wish individuals would attempt that more. Perhaps then we could all be saved repulsive sentences like, "When I met you, you were nothing! I assembled you to your identity and this is the means by which you pay me back?" 'Tenda wema nenda zako'. In the event that there must be a choir singing your commendations each time you do well; simply remain quiet about your decency.