A taxi driver hit on me on Monday. He was clever.
He waited for all the other passengers to disembark before letting me know that he "loves me". We hadn't met before and he hadn't had a good look at me - it was dark (about 7:40pm) but he loved me and wanted to go home with me.
I had decided to take his taxi because it was drizzling and I could not rush off in the rain to the Old taxi park, where I would have waited for two hours for a taxi. So, I stayed and found myself stuck with a "lovesick" taxi driver.
First, he suggested: "We take you where you stay and then we see".
'We see what?' I asked.
"You are a woman and I am a man. What do you think we will see?" he replied.
I told him I didn't want to "see" anything. There was a brief silence and then a hawker selling gathia (also called bagia) and roasted groundnuts caught his attention. He called him over and offered to buy me bagia.
I said I didn't want any but he insisted as did I with a "No". Silence ensued and then he passed me a book to write down my address and I refused to. He chided me for not returning his love.
"You don't think me good enough for you?" he asked. Because he was getting too whiny for me, I got out of the taxi and walked to the park.
This encounter brought to the fore blue-collar workers' misplaced ego.
A boda boda rider thinks a girl out of his league is "size ye" - his match - and will hit on her. If she agrees to see him, his passengers should prepare their ears for the moaning that will follow.
"Can you believe that girl? For her she wants to eat chips every day. Even my children don't eat chips every day! How dare she think I can spend Shs 2,000 on her each single day?"
Pointing out that it's just as well that his children don't eat unhealthy chips every day will not comfort him. If you ask him why he is cheating on his wife, he will tell you annoying things like how all women are different and he wants to "taste the different types".
Do you wonder why we are still battling with HIV? Taxi drivers, taxi touts, market vendors and all those blue collar-workers who hit on girls and complain about the astronomical Shs 2,000 it takes to keep them, make you think some men should not kusajalaata (sow wild oats). They should keep their manhood and egos in check.