By Kenneth Uwadi
The day was frigid. It was all windy, rainy and a bit dark. Hell was breaking loose. The Street was deserted. No taxi. I was really excited to see Johnson’s Toyota car come down the street so I could jump in and get the hell home from this meeting. However, Johnson (not his real name)didn't stop. He did slowed and almost came to a stop but instead, he kept going much to my dismay. I was not sure why he even bothered pretending like he was going to stop. All that he did was get my hopes up and eventually piss me off. With no taxi and Keke around, I did the trekking, soaking wet, musing on Tuface Idibia’s you are my African Queen.