“Enter ! I want to hear a story !”
I look to my right.
Straight into a big smile.
For a second, I have a question mark hanging above my head.

It is Saturday late afternoon.
I am walking my relaxing walk from the main road to the house.
The request, or should I say command? comes from a taxi-driver with three women on the back seat and a free seat in the front.

After that first second, I recognise the driver on his white earphone hanging besides his head.
The type of ear plugs you use to listen music on phone or laptop.

A few weeks ago, when I just arrived in Ghana, I was standing at the road side, waiting for an available shared taxi to town.
One passes…..full.
Two passes……full.
Three passes…..full.
After six full taxi’s, my Western mind takes over: “Waiting time is waste of time”.

In that same moment, I see a taxi stopping and off-loading a lady at the other side of the road, going in the opposite direction.
I ask the driver: “Are you going to the taxi-stand and back to town?”
His answer is a solid: “Yes”.

So I step in and we go.
Just when I conclude that I am satisfied with my creative solution……I see a taxi with two available seats passing the point I was just standing. And a little bit later……we pass the taxi-station.
I am quite used to unexpected happenings here and most of the times things have a good ending.
So after a short ‘grumblll’ I let it go.
It is clear to me that this wasn’t the fast option to town that I hoped for.
But that is just what it is.
So in the mean time I try to enjoy the rural scenery and discover an area I didn’t know.

But we keep on riding and riding.
The paved road stops and is replaced by a sandy road with lots of bumps and holes.
And letting go is not that easy for a person who grew up in the Western world.
So at some point I ask: “where to?”
“Dropping the lady”.
There is a lady in the back, so that sounds logical.

After 15 minutes we finally stop and make a turn.
The lady steps out and the driver stops the engine.
In the middle of the ‘road’.
“Taxi station”? I ask.
Again, a solid ‘yes’ as answer.

The driver starts asking me some questions. Where I am from, what I do etc.
And as always, I take time to explain and am open in my answers.

When we continue the trip back to town and finally arrive at the main road to town, I discover that I am in the car of the worst taxi driver I have ever had in all these years in Ghana..

Speeding, passing, sticking his bumper to the cars and motor-bikes in front.
But that is not all.
He is the first person ever that is aggressive in traffic, where others are just driving what I call ‘in organised chaos’.
And to make it complete, he adds you! you! you! every time he is annoyed by anything around him.
And that is numerous times…..

I doubt if I should step out, but I am also curious to witness the whole experience till the end station.
I am also having fun with this whole happening, because I am discovering the lesson learned in this day: If you want Western time planning, you will get stressful Western driving.

When we arrive at the end station, I am not really regretting that I have to get out of the car.
The driver says: “Thank you for a great ride. Cu you soon!”
I respond: “Yeah, until we meet again” (but don’t expect me to be your customer again)

This Saturday, we do meet again.
Apparently I am in the driver’s memory as the one telling stories.
I respond that I like walking and he should do it without my stories today.
“So I should go?”
“Yes, go, but thanks anyways.”

Whilst he continues the ride, I am laughing again about the memories of the adventure a few weeks ago.
I wonder what story I would have told him if I would have stepped into the car just now.
I think it would start with…..”One day I met a taxi driver who was a bit agressive in traffic and shouting you, you….”

It is Sunday.
I walk the same road after I went to a restaurant to spoil myself with chicken and to write this story. I take my phone out of my bag to take some pictures that could accompany it.
Too bad I did not capture the taxi yesterday, but I will find something as alternative.

Then I hear: “Hey, get in!”
I look at my left and there he is again.
My white earphone you! taxi-driver with a big smile.
I thank him once again for the offer and ask if I can make a picture of him and his great car.

The rest of the walk, I enjoy the scenery even more.
No Western mind and planning for me anymore.
I have chosen an easy flowing life and adopted the believe of many people here: “Be thankful with what is, share your happiness and allow things to happen. What you ask for will come to you”.