It was a cold Saturday evening. I had left Jhena’s house and was heading back home. The place was getting dark and the overhead clouds were threatening rain. I had gotten to the junction and was waiting for a cab but none seemed to be coming around. It was about 5:45pm and I needed to get home and iron my clothes for Sunday service. My phone had gone off due to low battery and I wasn’t sure if there was enough fuel in the generator. These and other thoughts were going through my mind when a Toyota Rav4 parked in front of me. “Where are you going beautiful lady?” “I am going to my house” I replied lackadaisically while still looking out for a taxi. “Please hop in, let me take you home” he said politely as though I was the owner of the car and he was my driver. “No thank you, I will wait for a cab” I retorted. “Hey, It is
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