CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT

No Problem!

The bus driver’s expression sank. It was true what Juma was saying but he was known to be someone who gets what he wants so how could he just yield so easily?

“Young man, it seems that you ain’t going to give me face like I gave you face. Right?” The bus driver asked in a hardened voice clearly not masking the anger and hatred he had for Juma now.

These wealthy kids thought that they owned the city. But he had been in the transport business for so long that he even had his goons and cronies under him to do his dirty work.

If not for the fact that this place was a public place and still in the city center, with all the cameras in place, he could have gotten into his bus and knocked this ignorant fool of the wealthy family out of his way and even taken the car engine and other parts. This hummer was still new, probably not one month old!

Thinking of this, the bus driver’s eyes shone brightly and for the slip of a second he had forgotten he was arguing w