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It takes me less than five minutes to drive to the Department of Defence (Do D) only to find him waiting at the main entrance.

I mean, when was the last time you smelled a rose and realized it doesn’t smell good? And I make a conscious decision not to have a conversation about it meanwhile I’m wondering whether he is crazy. But because I’m the first white guy to see it, I have discovered it and I have named it Mount Kenya!! But the thing about peace is that people forget to live, you know? It takes him a whopping five minutes to conclude his business and get back inside the car. Me: (Wondering where this conversation is headed) I am sure it’s more complicated than that. If I had to drive around Nairobi for a living, I’d probably turn into a serial killer and follow my passengers home and kill them in their beds just to sweeten my life up. At night, you drive back home to your wife and you’re both too tired to have an interesting shag so you just grab another shower and collapse in bed like a log. Because you know what, there are people dying for you to live. Because when your life is in danger, that’s when you start appreciating it. He takes one long dump without any hurry or care in the world. And you have to come to your uber driving job, which forgive me for saying, is pretty boring. Right there in the middle of the biggest highway in the country. If you give me an honest answer, I’ll tell you anything you want to know about me. Him: And what would my being a soldier have anything to do with my being a criminal? Then maybe I could conclude that you’re probably suffering from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

I cast him a defiant look and maybe that’s what prompts him to dip his hand inside his jacket and pull out a pistol. Him: Just in case you’re wondering, yes I have a gun. Me: Um, Charles, I was actually heading home to Githurai so maybe you could do me a favor and cancel your ride then request another one? However, when they speak all they do is give orders. So I reduce the volume and press the brakes pedal as we’re approaching another set of bumps. And he seems so calm like he has done this a million times. Whereas his voice is authoritative and somewhat intimidating, his frame is a bit small considering he looks thirty. Him: Last I checked (He opens the door and climbs in swiftly). I have ferried thousands of passengers in my car, but I have never carried one without a clear destination in mind.