Indecisive

INTRODUCTION

Hawks flew across the road as we drove through the twining pavements to Bamenda. It felt lonely. We hardly had exchanged words; it was just James the driver and I in the Prado jeep. I had been sent to audit. There I was, an accountant at a bank, and driver. We hardly communicated back in the office, but I now found myself locked with him, and my heavy heart needed to be shared. We had been driving for some three hours, and it was getting to 3:00 pm. Turning to him, I asked “Is it okay for me to share my problems with you?”