Inner Feelings Parade

In love with a ghost

I was happy when I got a job as a long-distance truck driver. I had spent five years searching for a job. One of my first major missions was to carry goods from South Africa to Harare. Since it is a long distance between South Africa and Harare by road, you usually end up driving at night. I left our depot in South Africa at 6.00 p.m., which meant that I was going to drive the whole night. I crossed the border of Zimbabwe and South Africa. When in Beitbridge, I decided to rest at a lay-by. It was now late at night, and it was raining. Thunder and lightning dominated the rain.

Within a few seconds, I heard a knock on my truck window. I lowered the window to attend to the stranger. “Good evening, sir, my name is Mary,” she said.

“How can I help you, madam?”

“I am stranded, sir; I want to go to Harare. For the past five hours, nothing has passed my way. I have been walking all this time, but luck is not on my side.” I looked at the gorgeous, tall lady who was talking to me and felt pity for her. At the same time, I had a burning desire for her.

“Jump in, pretty lady,” I said, opening the door for her.

She pulled her skirt up so that she could get in to the front seat easily. She had spotless, round thighs. She sat besides me, and I started the truck. We travelled for a while without talking. I broke the silence by asking her what she was doing for a living. “I was a nurse when I was alive; now I am resting in peace,” she responded. I didn’t really think seriously about this answer. I thought it was a jest. All I really heard was that she was a nurse. “You are a nurse; nursing is a noble job.”

“It is good job; I was well paid when I used to work. I don’t know how much they are paying now.”

“Do you mind, if we take a short break in Bulawayo?”

“No problem.”

I found a suitable place to park the truck. We went into a local hotel. I ordered some drinks and cigarettes. We sat in a corner. “Madhuve,” the then musical hit, was playing, and she invited me for a dance. She danced so well. I opted out because I couldn’t match her. I ordered a drink for myself and another beer for her. I waited for the opportune moment to declare my intention. “Mary, I have fallen for you.”

“Are you sure? Can you manage me? I stay far away; will