Harrowing Trip

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This is a post that I probably must not tell because a kin whom I requested to accompany me to the province for GPS purposes deliberately led me to pitch black towns where only the available lights of motor bikes and trucks and occasional cars had been my guide. This kin's father never liked me, for I saw through the tell tales he concocted and the bum that he was. He passed away a long time ago. His family I dearly pray for every day, because we are relatives. Unfortunately, the dislike towards me was passed on to the kin and that he was waiting for an opportunity to hit back, for his father. When on our way back, I asked "Did we pass by this bridge?" I usually take note of new bridges because I honk three times for passing over. He did not answer right away. After sometime, he asked me to make a left on a feeder road. I was surprised because that would mean we will pass by smaller roads. Instinctively, I stopped and asked the local patrol where we were and what is the easiest way back to the Metro. It was to take the same road we had traversed for more than an hour. I sighed and got a little worried, for the sun was about to set. And true enough, total blackness enveloped the highway quickly and there were no light posts at all. I waited for vehicles, a scooter, a tricycle, a truck, and luckily, there was an SUV with plate CAR____ that became my guide. I did get home, my kin did even further to pan me to more dangerous roads. But I was alreadt praying to my Guardian Angel to keep me safe and get me home. I got home. But lost a kin. Severing all communications and ties with him from now on. Thus, the one and a half hour trip back to the Metro became a five hour nightmare