I meet very interesting people. And they always seem to open up to me with their life stories. Possibly because I listen so hard they think I’m boring a hole in their head with my eyes. I want to soak in every single detail.
As I write this to you, it is 1am. I have just arrived home from a Friday out having a few drinks and after an interesting conversation with my taxi driver, I want to write it down before morning comes and my memory is fuzzy.
I was standing on Ponsonby Road when I hailed the cab.
I got in, gave him my address and then proceeded to watch as the city passed by my window.
Suddenly the cab driver broke the silence.
Him: Are you ok? (in a thick African accent)
I turned to him, smiled and told him I was fine.
Him: You have fight with your boyfriend?
Me: No, no fight.
As he sat at the red, he eyed me, not believing my comment.
Him: Can I tell you? Give him another chance. He is probably drunk or something. Give him two more chances – and then after that, no more.
Me: [Laughs] Is that the secret to lasting love? Second and third chances?
Him: Yes. Also, the love must be equal, or it will not work.
He then started to tell me of his love life…
I meet a girl. We love each other very much. I was a Police Investigator in Africa. Then, the government change and I was put in jail. She try to kill herself, but they find her and they cut her down and she live.
Me: Oh my god, that is awful. Are you still with her now?
Him: No. She moved to America and married another man.
Him: For two years I could not see another girl. All I could think of was her. And then my friend say to me – you need to move on from her. She is married. She love someone else. You must move on and find another. I said yes you are right and I move on. Then I meet my wife.
Me: Are you still married?
Me: And you are happy?
Him: Yes very happy, she is my one. [taps his heart]
Me: When you first met her, did you still think of your other love?
Him: Yes, yes of course. There are two women in your life. Your first and your wife. But I am happy now. My wife – she is a little like her. But my first, she used to be very grumpy, always arguing. My wife – she loves me and I love her.
Me: You got your happy ending.
Him: Yes, and you. This boy – I’m sure he want you. Because you are so beautiful. But he is just drunk or silly. Give him two more chances. But if not, you move on quickly. Don’t spend two years. Your one will be close.
At this point I hadn’t the heart to tell him there was no boy. His advice was so gorgeous.
Me: Ok, so what do I do now?
Him: You ask God. You say is this the one for me – if so, show me. If not – if he is wasting my time – you tell me. You ask god to show you and he will.
We pulled into the driveway….
Me: Ok, I will ask god.
Him: You beautiful and good. He will want you. He just silly and need chances.
Me: That was the best taxi driver chat I’ve had in a long time.
Him: [laughs] Yes, now you get in your bed safely.
Much love XX