It has been - oh forget how long it's been, it's been only a week since my last post ok guys!!🤫

Ready for another incredibly funny short story? As my mom said, it’s as if this one was taken straight out of a movie XD

So last year on October 17, my dad and I were traveling to TZ’s capital by bus (10 to 12-hour drive), and we were supposed to meet the bus at a certain place about five minutes away from our house—at 6:45 am on the dot. I was up at five; my dad was still showering at half-past six. 6:45 found us at home. We skipped breakfast and tossed our suitcases in the car; I had to run from our house to our gate to open it fast enough that my dad could fly through without stopping. Then I hopped into the car and my dad sped off before I’d even buckled. My little brother was still in his pjs, looking lost with all the rush. We raced down the street to where it met the highway, and as we stopped at the joining of the two roads, a giant bus streamed by right in front of us, going down the local road beside the highway. My mom looked at it and said, “Isn’t that the one?”

My dad turned to follow it as it arrived at the place it was supposed to pick us up—except that we weren’t there. The conductor got out, looked around, and got back into the bus AND IT LEFT. My dad was franticly flashing the car’s lights at the bus, hoping the driver would see, and my mom rushed out of the car waving her arms wildly.

But they didn’t stop.

So my mom leaped onto a motorcycle (we call these bodabodas and they’re like mini taxis that can go anywhere) to go after the bus. I had gotten out of the car, and now my mom shouted for me to get back in. I jumped inside and my dad sped us down the road and onto the highway as my mom chased the bus down the local road on the bodaboda. There were traffic lights, but they turned green just as we got to them, and we went on until we were able to get back into the local road. By this time, the driver had stopped the bus, gaping at this woman yelling from a bodaboda for him to stop, and my dad stopped the car, he and I grabbed our suitcases, and we raced to the bus. My mom just had time to say “bye” to us as she hurried past to the car. A few minutes later, my dad and I were seated in bus and on our way.

After some time, I thought about the whole thing and couldn’t stop laughing. I was texting my mom and she said it wasn’t until later that she also started to laugh. And that’s when we wondered…how did it look to the people around? Like some movie being filmed? Except that it wasn’t being filmed. There was this one lady on a bodaboda who actually told my mom, “Why don’t you take a bodaboda?” when she saw what was happening. If it weren’t for her, maybe we wouldn’t have made it. And if something had delayed us at home for even half a minute—like me walking to the gate instead of running—we wouldn’t have met the bus just as it came. I tell you, it was literally a movie in real life. And we were amazing actors, if I do say so myself.

Oh, and also...

~shellyK