Like a beetle, our taxi waddles along a hill. Were now 8 passengers in a car supposed to carry 4. The driver who doubles as a conductor grinds the in-motion piece of metal to a halt; hes seen a woman besides a sack. Where will he put her? I ask a neighbour who I later learn is a MUST student. Wait until youre ordered to carry that woman on your small head, she replies and enters into a loud silence. Youngman, extend so that woman can sit, the driver-conductor as short as the biblical Zacchaeus orders, pointing at me as foams of saliva continue to gather at the corners of his mouth. Being at the end of the row, I get out and demand my balance-I want to get a bodaboda to Mbarara. The woman with a sack, bigger than Straka and Catherine Kusasira combined rests herself on a pencil-thin ka-guy, who screams, as though some Mugisu is using a red-hot imbalu to shape his thing. The conductor, now muttering curses through his over-spaced teeth, wont give me my 45000-I accept to sit on the handbrake...
Posted on: Sun, 21 Sep 2014 17:27:54 +0000
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