By Nightengale Ben-Onyeukwu
It was a glorious sunny day. The wind blew gently, giving sweet caress, everyone seemed to have a smile on their face. Chioma Chima boarded a taxi after a few minutes of waiting by the roadside or perhaps, given up all hope of finding a taxi. It was at that moment when she had wanted to ring her neighbour who was a taxi driver that a taxi braked and stopped. She ran up to it as fast as she could.
'Where are you headed?'
'Going to pick a client, but i can still give you a ride?' he looked enquiringly at Chioma.
'I want to go to Star restaurant along Jimmy Carter street', said Chioma with a sweet smile.
'Get in then, that's on my way'.
So Chioma got into the taxi, wiped the sweat beading on her forehead with wet wipe, then closed her eyes a bit. she was weak with exhaustion after a long interview.
'Did you get the job?' asked the driver as he drove out.
Chioma shook her head, opening her eyes. 'No, i didn't', she replied.
'Tomorrow is another day', the taxi driver smiled hopefully. He was a Forty-something old man, round face, dark hair and hazel eyes.
Arriving at Star restaurant Chioma pointed, 'You can stop me anywhere here'. she was clutching a black handbag and a stack of papers in her hand.
As the driver stopped at the front door of Star restaurant he said, 'Here you go...' He shook his head as Chioma held out some money to him. 'You still need to find a job, have it on me this time.'
Chioma gave him a thank- you- smile, and stepped out from the taxi.
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