...she hurriedly left the hotel premises. She figured she had no much time to waste around here being cognisant of the length of time she spent with the inquisitive security guard who demanded to know why and where she was off to at about 2.15am looking dishevelled ; she managed to convince him to let her go but not without 'blessing him'. As she stood outside the high metal gates of the hotel, she wondered if luck would smile on her as to provide a taxi to take her home because everywhere was as silent as grave and the sounds of chirping birds occasionally sent shivers down her spine.
Just as she bent her head to take an umpteenth glance at her brown leather wristwatch, a taxi pulled over. She felt relieved and apprehensive at the same time and the driver, seemingly drunk, asked in a hoarse voice
"Where you wan drop". Determined not to waste a second longer, she replied, "Goldie, by Mount Zion".
"Five hundred". The driver said as he turned on the ignition.
With that, she hurriedly got into the back seat of the taxi, arched her head backwards, and prepared to enjoy the 'journey' back home. The early morning breeze had this calmness that set her nerves at ease and involuntarily, she began to recall events that preceeded that very moment.
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