In Transit…

20 Jan

‘This day wasn’t going to be different, same old routine,’ Musa thought as he walked to the secretary’s desk to drop the clipboard. She didn’t even look up. He had long gotten used to the fact that she never paid him any heed, after all he was just the delivery man. Whistling , he pulled out the key and climbed onto the truck. Yeah, today wont be any different. Moses and Kato weren’t with him, it was days like this that he missed their incessant chatter, mindlessly he turned the radio knob looking for their fav station as he waited for the Police man to let him by. He couldn’t wait to get out of this place. As he drove off his mind wondered onto his dream of owning the coastline, the day will come he thought to himself..


His feet couldn’t run fast enough, he could feel the adrenaline pumping out of his ears… His heart was beating faster that it had ever before: I have to get there, his breakthrough was just a few miles away.

James thought he had seen it first, his eyes quickly scanned the surrounding area, he saw Jack a few metres away making his way. This is definately an answered prayer – Tonight his mother would sleep in comfort.

Paulo got there first, panting hard his head and heart both seemed to be pound with such a ferocity he bent over and put his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Out of the corner of his eye he saw James making his way toward him. Knowing there would be a crowd in any minute, he pulled what he wanted and trotted away to catch his breath some place else.


Twenty minutes and 3 miles away, a conversation was getting out of hand, the 60 year old woman was trying to prove her point but the 58 year old man next to her was hearing no of it. She believed the boys should go to the LC, but the man said they had found and not stolen, half of the taxi seemed to agree with him. She continued to try and defend herself but the women in the back started their own court session. Miss Sixty got off at her stage but the old man and the women in the back snickered andcontinued the conversation without her, His last words to her were to stop being naive.


A list of expletives shot out of Musa’s mouth but Siraj the manger didn’t look convinced or impressed. He couldn’t explain why he was short by 10.

Sirja picked up the phone – that was the last day Musa thought of his dream…


Posted by on January 20, 2009 in Random Nothings



6 responses to “In Transit…

  1. Princess

    January 20, 2009 at 5:12 am


  2. Princess

    January 20, 2009 at 5:15 am

    All that running left me out of breath…

  3. therisingpage

    January 20, 2009 at 6:30 am


  4. Emi's

    January 21, 2009 at 9:25 am

    How I miss socks….Seams I’ve also missed this one…Let me try again in slow motion

  5. Nev

    January 21, 2009 at 9:33 am

    Damn! Poor homie….You mean he won’t get out? Ever?

  6. TRP

    January 22, 2009 at 5:06 am

    @ Emi, dude where have you been?

    @ Nev, man, he got the firing squad


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