It was 9pm when the vehicle stopped in front of us.
I had just finished my lessons with The Lebanese in an opulent neighborhood and was waiting for a ride to my area.
Bag tucked neatly under my armpit and earphones plugged, I didn't hear the horn neither did I think the ride was for me. My fellow "aspiring passengers" ran to the vehicle to ask the driver if he was going and later ran back to the where they left me.
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Ten minutes later, I looked to my right, saw that the car was still there and decided, bold girl that I am, to find out if it was my ride.
As soon as I got close, he wound down the window to the passenger's side. Hmmmm.
"Good evening sir, which area are you going to?"
"I'm going to my house, where are you going to"
What? I literally raised my eyebrows.
"Come inside if you are going" he continued.
I graciously entered and unconsciously covered myself with the blood of Jesus.
I waited curiously to see if he'll horn for other passengers but he drove off with just me in the car.
I stylishly looked at the back seat to be safe.
We got to the next bus stop but he didn't wait. "Won't you pick other people?" I asked.
"No, I'm not in the mood today, maybe another day. I also don't want people to dirty my car too much".
Hmm.
"It is you, isn't it. Jane?" I was startled.
Where did that come from?
"You know me?"
"Yes now, I've known you for years". Right from when you were working at Olusosun"
Ah.
"I was selling spare parts and you were always passing my side to buy food for your colleagues"
This was many years ago.
"I don't understand," I said after picking my jaw from the floor of his car.
"I'm saying that I know you well. That time your eyes was always up. You walked like a military person and you didn't look face"
This man really knows me.
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