“So, where’s my stuff?” said the ugly looking one of the guys, sitting across from us.
I had thought the day was glum and really exasperating, plus I was pretty sure now I was going to die. But I was interested to see what was going to happen.
“Where is my merchandise, boys?” he reiterated.
“Sir, I know you are probably mad and you’ve had a bad day but please understand that we were only caught in a crossfire,” I explained politely.
“I don’t care, just tell me what he said,” he buzzed me off.
“Who are you?” I asked stupidly.
He got up, still bent, and slapped both Tokolo and I then returned to his seat. He looked at us like we were his neglected kids longing for some approval. He glared at our souls through our eyes and did nothing for a few minutes, enough for us to be freaked and eventually confess.
But he interrupted.
“Look, I know that Veko’s boys don’t fear death, but if you do this favour for Danny, he will make sure that your lives are better than yesterday,” then sat back and watched as we picked our brains for ideas.
We didn’t know who to trust but even though this guy was scary, he made me feel like I was on the wrong side, not that I was on any side. But the dead guy did say Veko must not get the shipment. I had to get out of the car and run but to where, was the million-dollar question. I grabbed Tokolo close.
“When I tell you to we will escape,” I whispered in his ear. “He said that Velocity has the shipment and if Danny tries to get it, they will go to war.” I said, not even knowing what the hell I was talking about. Then turned to him and looked at him dead in the eye.
“Did he now?” he asked rhetorically. “We must get to the warehouse now!” he screamed at the driver and the car roared as we drove off.
On the way I did not tell Tokolo what I had planned, maybe because I didn’t have a plan. All I could think of was that we were going to die that day if we didn’t escape.
Tell us: Have you ever experienced a case of mistaken identity? What had happened?