8 months ago, 22 Jan 02:49
The first scenario happens some time in December last year. In it is a couple in the backseat of a cab, heading home. Somewhere during that night one of them thought it was a good idea to jump from a whiskey tasting (which turned out to be a whiskey turn up) to a vodka party where they were serving a different poison. An idea as terrible as the concoction itself. The only good thing in that scenario was that, in as much as the plan was to simply nip in and out of the whiskey event, they did not take the car. At the back of their minds they knew that there is no such thing as ‘one for the road’. Roads are no longer one way anyway. They are mostly dual carriage. So you would have to take at least two. And the general rule of thumb for going out is that if you are not going to drink a little, then hail a Little. They did. Which was the only good decision they made that night. Now they were on their way back home with too much blood in their alcohol circulatory system. The dude tells the cab guy, “Sorry, I would have directed you lakini siko pazuri. Fuata tu map please.” That couple was Jaber and I. We drifted in and out of intoxicated consciousness, just to make sure that we were headed in the right direction. Usually, I would take refuge in the fact that Little Cab has an SOS button for emergencies, just in case we feel threatened. Those chaps had the presence of mind to think about safety of the customers. This was the festive season, after all, and yes, Nairobi is bae, but there will always be those people with sinister motives prowling about. But then there was just one issue. My phone battery was at 1%. Just dangling on the edge of the precipice. I kept praying that it would not go off. Not at least we were done with the trip. Lakini you know how Murphy’s Law works right? Everything went wrong. We got home just fine. Fortunately for the cab driver, our diggz is not that hard to find via Google Maps. Only that by the time we were done and the driver had ended the trip on his app, my phone was already off. “Fare ni 300,” he says. I take out my wallet to see if I have anything left. There is nothing there. I turn to Jaber and ask her if she has cash on MPESA to send the driver, only to find that her phone is also out of juice. “What about cash?” She shakes her head in response. “Charger yako ya gari ni type gani?” He shows me the cable he uses. It is a USB, alright, but his tip does not agree with my port. Were this before the age of mobile app taxis, there would most definitely have been a row. First, the ...
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