Sunday Morning Encounter: Discussions on Religion with a Port Harcourt Taxi Driver
I get out of the house, ready to hit the road for church, and sight my neighbour driving out. I greet her and she duly responds. She knows I'm heading for church but maybe thinks it's my home church just at the junction of our street I'm attending, so she doesn't bother asking which way I'm heading. But all the while I don't think of it this way. I just thought she wasn't interested in giving me a lift. So I keep walking towards the junction, even as I watch her turn in the direction I was heading. I was a little sad, knowing fully well that school was not in session and it was a Sunday morning, so taxis will be hard to come by. But as God will have it, when I get to the junction, a taxi-looking car drives by. I don't wave it down 'cause the driver is dressed corporately, a white long sleeved shirt and a black tie. He drives past me and stops some distance away, signalling me to know if I was going. I shout "yes" and run to him.