As a matter of fact I do... some years back, my secondary school organized lessons for people who were to write junior waec. The lesson was during the holls,even though we still wore uniform. So I used to take taxi to school every morning for the lesson. One day, the taxi I entered,I sat close to the door,the two passengers next to me were men. On our way,I just felt a hand touching the side of my breast . I first thought it was because I was seated to close to him,so I shifted forward,still he put his hand again to touch my breast. I was very uncomfortable .I looked at the man, he acted like nothing was happening. He just kept a straight face with him glasses on. I started praying to get to my destination fast. Before he could do it again, I'd reached my destination. After about two weeks, school reopened. So when I walked into the park to get a taxi,lo and behold,he was one of the passengers,and the taxi had just one space left,considering I was running late,I would have entered,but I refused. The people standing there didn't understand. So,the taxi loaded and left. I entered another one. Half way through the journey, we saw that first taxi,it had a terrible accident, they said two passengers died on the spot, the driver was unconscious. I never saw that man again. After few months, I saw the driver of the taxi, still with visible bruises.
