The Stranger I met in a Taxi Part 1- cyclone times stories

the stranger i met in a taxi

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It was threatening to rain by the time I left my workplace and headed to the old taxi park to board back home. It surprised me finding a long queue of people all waiting for the same taxis heading to bweyogere mukono and so forth.

I was feeling exhausted so I pushed myself through all and got nearer to the front, giving a deaf ear to what people were spitting behind my back. as soon as the taxi came, I jumped like a frog into it and won myself a hind seat nearer to a man dressed in a grey suit.

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I didn’t even say hi, but just bowed my head and rested my successful struggle off. within a few minutes, the taxi was on its way…inside my heart, I sang ” home o sweet home here I come”…I didn’t realize how I slept off but was awoken by the conductor’s “kustage yabakyala muziweleze” kind of commanding voice.

I lazily slipped my hands into my handbag to pull out the purse where I had placed it only to find nothing. Awoke and rechecked again. there was nothing. I poured all the staff onto ma laps and surprisingly, my phone was missing too. But how had it happened? perhaps, as I struggled for the taxi at the bus park but that wasn’t the problem now… the problem was how I was going to explain this to the conductor.

My eyes grew wide and then small like a cat’s eyes. the stranger beside me kept on stealing glances at me. I bathed my head into my arms and felt like crying. ” are u okay? ” the stranger asked . ” yes… yes… I mean, no, am not okay iv been robbed”. I responded stammeringly. By now, the taxi stopped at the stage. the stranger got out and so did I. He touched into his pockets and pulled out a 10,000shs note and handed it to the conductor.

” We are two…” he said, with a smile covering his face. I kept my eyes onto the ground and mumbled a feeble thank you to him. I prayed he could walk away and I, too walk home and cry my ass out. But he kept on standing beside me…speechless…

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