I am standing at the stage next to Nandos. Time check: 20h00. Another late evening at the office, I am not even paid for overtime. How unjust! I hop in to the next taxi to Ntinda, I immediately switch in to thinking mode. My neighbour, a lady is really angry with the taximan for waiting for this one passenger who does not seem to materialise.
I think I am running crazy……this strannger is talking to me about her business. I can not believe I replied.
Yesterday, Mr. Matata told me his house in Nairobi shares a fence with the Nairobi National Park. I met Mr. Matata in a taxi.
These taxi meetings are becoming too much.
I have run away from Kampala. See you when I am back.