City girl, Njoki Chege has struck again. The columnist, who is never afraid of speaking out her mind, has shared her experience with the most talked about Madaraka Express trains, and she isn't happy.

Njoki Chege was using the trains for the first time and she says they're overrated. In her article tittled: My extremely underwhelming SGR train ride, Chege has spilt the beans on what many Kenyans fear to talk about.

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Below is her article, go through:

"If you would like to go to Mombasa in the cheapest and most painful fashion, I strongly recommend the standard gauge railway (SGR).

I had very high expectations boarding the Madaraka Express. I had imagined that the much-hyped SCR would be a world-class tocomotiye with I iye-ster service and great speed to boot. Silly me," she wrote in part.

Njoki went ahead to narrate how she found herself seated behind two 'stinky men' and making her journey uncomfortable.

"The Madaraka Express, to say the least, is a glorified version of the "Lunatic Express", with fancy termini that I will prove to you shortly why they make little sense.

I will leave the economics of the SCR to economists and instead provide a first-hand, brutally honest review from the perspective of the normal, hardworking Kenyan that I am.

When I finally made it to Syokimau after hours of enduring Nairobi traffic, I traced my seat - number fifty something - on coach nine.

I found myself sandwiched between two old, stinky men - one with a humongous bag the size of a 10-year-old child and the other with a few days of sweat accumulated on his clothes.

My second class ticket meant that I was unlucky enough to find a seat in the six-seater open saloon with a half a table that served only the window seats. That there was not enough legroom for someone my height should tell you how squeezed we were, facing each and staring each other in the eye as if we were in a small cultic fellowship. It was back to the good old "face-me" matatu era," she explained.

The columnist talked about how she had a long, distressful journey revealing that by the time she got to Mombasa, her has a stiff back and fatigued feet.

"This would be my life for the next five hours. I fished out my book. Can't read. Man-with-huge-bag kept on shifting in his seat to avoid spilling all over the aisle, pushing near sweaty-guy.

As I was trapped between a rock and a stinky place. I pleaded with God. telling Him that should he remove me from that tight spat, I would write about how God literally answers prayer in minutes.

The seats were uncomfortable: they cannot recline and lack arm-rests. If you want to take a nap, go argue with the man next to the window seat, he mIght just allow you to rest your head on the half-of-a-table.

I will give them marks, though, for clean toilets. But that's just about it. My expectation was that the Madaraka Express would be just that — express. You know, quick, easy and fast, perhaps Like the trains in Western countries.

I arrived in Mombasa at 7.20pm with a stiff back and fatigued feet. The terminus is expansive, quite modern, but poorly lit at night," SHE CONCLUDED. 

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Credits: Nairobi News