The Lion's Pride Volume 10 (Spring 2018) | Page 15

after work as usual. On this particular night, it was raining quite heavily
and I was anxious for the bus to arrive. I could hear it slowing down as it
approached. But the moment he took a glimpse of me, he sped off; it is
easy to assume why. But this time we were face-to-face, about to
exchange words and by the look in his eyes, I didn’t expect it to be
pleasant. He told me to give up my seat to the white man who had
recently stepped into the bus. He also ordered three others to give up
their seats for three white men that were left standing due to lack of seats
in the “white section” at the front. I sat there like a rock and refused
when he asked me again. He threatened to call the police. True to his
word, he di