By Eriah Lule
After my engagements I jumped in a taxi (drone) from Jinja, seated at the second row behind the conductor, I was sweating from the burning Land/Sea breeze of the Nile (You recall that stuff, right?)
At the Nile Bridge stage, boarded a lady in her early 20s if not a teenager, with her kid around 2- 3years. With her two bag packs, and another luggage wrapped in a very old dirty linen curtain.
After around 10 minutes, the kid was uncomfortable, trying to move as she cried, the mother slapped her twice and ordered her to shut up. Even the mother looked tired and later kept quite with her red eyes, she wanted to cry as well, as she looked very troubled!
The kid sat, later stood and started playing, mean while she was eating biscuits, as she stepped me, I kept calm but I was fuming Little Denise was all-over the taxi seat.
The heat drained us to thirst, I had bought my Mirinda Pineapple (my favourite); pity the kid now who had started crying, the mother gave her water and she refused until she saw my soda…
Didn’t baby Denise reach for it, it was all cold trying to cool down (you know that cooling) …I tried to hesitate but Denise was on a mission to finish me off! The old man seated on the other side gave me that side eye, I couldn’t fight for a soda, Baby Denise won!
By the time we hit Najjembe (Refreshment refilling point along Jinja Highway) I was really bad loaf, the driver accepted and made a stop over for us to grab some snacks meanwhile baby Denise was a sleep.
Dude, I ordered for a Soda and Gonja, the same as my old neighbour on the side; Mama Denise didn’t order anything, I was touched and bought her a soda and Gonja (sharing is caring). How could I miss that smoked Chicken, I ordered for a piece!
No sooner had I got the Chicken than the baby woke up; the mum gave her Gonja, which she ate a bit and threw it, even the soda, she took some, she then started crying.
Mean while I had not noticed, she was looking at my Chicken (ooh Gosh), when I did, I tried to eat it ASAP.
Didn’t the baby start drama, until the old man near me said.
Man: It’s selfish for you to eat alone, share some chicken with the girl!
Before I even extended the hand, the girl had stopped crying, didn’t she pull my hand that was coming slow and grabbed my chicken I couldn’t stand the anger, I even gave her my 2K soda, girl sipped it like no one’s business as the mother retorted.
Lady: Denise’ appetite is amazing today!
I couldn’t stand this nonsense; I wanted to eject the taxi but we were in Lugazi. When I hit Bishop stage, walking back home, I kept thinking if this is a trick that the duo (mum and daughter) use to scam passenger’s chicken!
X – @ Lule Eriah
