Dragon s Love

Sisi, you are the only one in this cab and I've been driving for a while now, are you sure you know where you're going?"

My heart thumps loud enough to jump out of my chest as the cab driver finally asks the big question. Am I sure? I don't know. This is my first time here and I know he's going the extra mile for me and telling him that I have no idea of the place won't make anything easier. It's getting dark and with each beating, it’s hard to breathe.

"I... I'm new here but, my aunt told me to get off at a garage, she'll be waiting for me there and I was told the route that the taxi takes, I'll see the garage..."

I fix my mask and look out the window feeling nervous as the cab goes. He looks at me briefly through the mirror and sets his eyes on the road again.

"I can see you are new here is wam and if I was another driver, I'd have long left you on the side of the street... What's your name?"

I look down and play with my fingers. He's slowed down the cab speed and is lighting his cigarette.

"Monalisa," I answer and look at him through the same mirror.

"Lisa... You don't mind me smoking?"

I shake my head no and he nods. The smell of the cheap cigarette takes over the Quantum invading my nose and moving me from a non-smoker to a passive smoker.

"Can you call your Aunt... Lisa," he puffs out the smoke as I shakely dial the number again. Truth is, there's no aunt only an owner but you never say such to strangers, especially Men in a new city.

The phone rings and an excited worried voice comes to the speaker.

"Sisi, you should've been here by now and I'm starting to worry it's getting late, how far are you?"

My cell phone sound is too loud. The driver lets a chuckle before he asks for me to hand over the phone to him.

I'll give the driver the phone ma, he'll tell how far I am," "Alright Sisi," I hand the driver the phone and I look outside at the city lights I am filled with wonder and tired from driving at night and day. They converse in IsiXhosa and I have little understanding of the accent. I do understand enough to express the basics without sounding too coconut, but growing up in Washington with white parents I had no other choice but to hold competence in English.

My parents are white and no, they're not my real parents, mine were killed in a car accident and I was only 3 months then. Susan the nurse and her husband were always trying to get a child and wanted one badly, so when I was stranded with only my name written on the clothing label, they officially adopted me. Me... a Black Child with thick curly hair and zero white genes in me… At least with what I know.

They chose to keep my name Monalisa but I grew up being called "Joy" which is my second name and one that I don't want to use now that I'm in the new city.

You know, you are quite slow for a doctor... Lisa," I'm brought back from reality by the cab driver giving me my cell phone back.