The Taxi Driver

Yesterday I took the taxi from the grocery store to my place. This time, they were surprisingly quick in getting there, usually it would take them an hour or so. I packed my groceries in the trunk and sat in the back seat of the cab, because there is more room back there, and we took off. The first words out of the driver was, “What part of Kenya are you from?” I guess I looked like Obama’s relative or something. Anyway, I told him I was from Grenada and he stated he had never been to the Caribbean, and then immediately went in stories about his special forces covert adventures in South America. He stated he remembered having to go in after , and this is his words not mine, “These stupid Christian missionaries,”  who would go into rebel territories to preach and would get kidnapped.  He stated it was simple to find them, they would call the rebels and ask them where they wanted something delivered, then they would follow the delivery, kill the rebels, and rescue the captives. I thought his story telling was done but noooo. He told me that once they were in Africa chasing some Muslim extremist when they got lost. They had walked for days when they came upon a primitive tribe. He stated that “The Natives” were very friendlyand were happy to see them and were more excited that they had guns, you see a hippopotamus was terrorizing the village, even killing some of the livestock. The chief of the tribe told them that they would give them directions on how to get out of the jungle, but first, they must kill the menacing beast. They obliged, but after killing the beast and they tried to leave ‘The Natives” insisted that they stay and feast on the hippopotamus. When they were almost done eating, they were told that their captain had unknown to them chosen to get the tongue of the hippopotamus, he said that it was not bad eating. Luckily for me, we pulled up in front of my place, I had to tell him where to turn because he had passed the turn off. He was so engrossed in his story that he drove past my place and had to retract. I got out of the cab, got my food and he looked out and smiled, “Have a good day sir.” He said, and thus ended another taxi ride with a very strange conversation. .

By Mr Giant

Me name is Anderson A Charles. I am a writer story teller and Podcaster and Youtuber. Also played basketball in college ( that's because I am seven feet tall.

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