Outside, I was greeted by three things that made Abidjan the best place; the kiss of the sun, the breeze of the coastal city, and the noise. People were walking about their daily businesses, and both French and native languages were battling for dominance at the nooks and crannies, but amid the two languages was the third language, English, raising fingers that were no match for the strong hands of French and native languages.
I slipped on my sunglasses and made for the cab I booked from my room. It was waiting patiently with the chauffeur in it. maybe he isn’t on good terms with the sun, the sea breeze, and the noise.
I edged to the car, and that was when he alighted from the cab to open the door and have me hop in and stay in his car till I hit my destination.
“Bonjour, Madame
