JUDE'S POV
The driver was no longer finding it funny. He gripped my pants again. "Pay my money, mister. Do you think I'm a fool or some sort of free ride driver?" He quizzed furiously and his voice was soon loud enough to create a scene.
Despite all I tried to do to get him to calm down and understand my plight, he kept yelling on top of his voice, calling me all sorts of names, not excluding 'thief.'
The humiliation was way too much for me. Watching people gather one after the other around us was so deteriorating to my legacy. I had no other choice but to take in all insults from him quietly, as I bent my head in frustration.
Far be it from me that a person familiar to me would see me in such a condition as the one I was currently faced with. One of the passersby stopped and moved cl
