my Taxi diaries!

just so we are clear am referring to the taxis i have had the liberty to ply in
Uganda and Kenya.
we all have our different tales about the special experiences when riding in
an African taxi, from the stench making its way from the old mama's upper arm section, and the horrible sight of the knickers peering out in it's glory of sweat and brown stain, arrrrgh....
yeah we could go on and on and on but let me just add the ordour coming from a mixture of a bacteria infested breath and extremely cheap Chinese perfume mmmh mmh.......

it all seems a lost cause for Africa right? well i wouldn't be so quick to pour out conclusions
because there is something i find rather distinctly peculiar and as far fetched as this may seem, rather special! in the midst of all the struggle my mind goes through to hide away its attention from all these gruesome transgressions it seems to project away from this world into world i find to be a little piece of divine, a heaven of some sort free from all the commotions that seem to be anchoring it down to the very depths of hopelessness!
i will confeess to this that many of my little eureka moments as a blind man i knew once said stream down from this uniquely african experince!

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