A smartly dressed lady with posh makeup on her and driving a sleek vehicle just committed a small mistake on the road. Bodaboda men have her. All sorts of abuses to her.
The taxi I am using is just near there. The driver is calm and quiet. the conductor jumps off walks quickly as if to help the lady shield off the bodaboda men who are increasingly abusive. Infant, they are shouting insults. The conductor joins the choir. I can tell you, this is a master at this song! The boy can abuse! The lady is looking at him with sort of an intent gaze. This earns her more abuse...her eyes, nose, shaved eyelashes, painted hair, painted lips, nose ring, etc...
In a while, a traffic police lady shows up, its all cleared quickly and we are on the road again.
Affect about 10 meters away, the driver stops, moves to the "conductor's door' askes him to hand over all the money he had collected and pulled him off the taxi... The driver tells the conductor to leave immediately! He tells him to back to some town along Masaka road.
The reason, the boy abused the boss! I mean, the taxi belongs to the lady! This conductor is a cousin to the driver who he recruited just before Easter break.
so we continue the journey as I chat with the driver! You know these drivers have cool stories, especially in the morning.
Of course, there are a number of lessons to learn from this short encounter. one of them is that sometimes we ourselves do clear the path to our own destruction. It is important to always be candid, respectful and focused. Chose which war you want to fight. before any fight, ask yourself: what will I gain if I win this one? what could be the cost of losing such a war?
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