It's official - I'm not gonna use this godforsaken car anymore. I am so bloody tired of sharing money that I obtained with a great deal of tolerance for bullshits with mechanics. So if you see me arduously trekking the streets of Serrekunda with my backpack and umbrella, don't ask: "boy ana motor bi?" I'm usually so sarcastic when irritated, and I have a way with retorts too.
Mtcheew!
I'm so done with driving a car feeling restless rather than comfortable that I'm free from having to hassle for a cab. Once an idren told me: before taking someone to the Obeah-man to cause his downfall, give him a bad car for a gift and watch him bleed dry, and he's right - I'm not ready to deal with that shit. And I didn't do this post for a pity party; I needed to get shit off my chest; I find rants like this so therapeutic.
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