See, today I almost got into three separate accidents. One of which could have been serious. I like to think I'm a very good driver, it's the rest of humanity I worry about. I long for the days when I was a fresh on the road. I was more relaxed then. I still remember the day I enrolled into Wings driving school next my mum's office (I have humble beginnings). Everyday I diligently made my way to class despite being turned away on several occasions (see, they had only one car/instructor). I also still remember the day I took my test. I recall the very uncomfortable journey where around sixty of us were bundled into the back of a lorry hadi Thika road...the fear I felt as I did the theory, the relief after I was done and the elation when I passed and later got my license. I was a young driver equipped for the road or so I thought. Let's just say I was bullied. It was traumatic. It had me thinking that maybe I should have gone to AA instead of a juakali driving school. Eventually I found my bearing and fear became a thing of the past. But 5 months later, I'm tired. I'm almost fed up of the hours spent looking for parking (while kanjo wait for the right moment to clamp me), I'm tired of the 14-seaters and the likes of probox drivers who get my blood pressure up and make my blood boil because all these things come with driving. Sometimes I wish I carried a gun in my handbag. I'm sure I wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger. Anyway I realise that on the road everyday is a learning experience. Sometimes it can be brutal. I guess I need to come to terms with that.
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