There are times in life when you are so humbled that your ego quietly leaves the room.I was involved in…

Some nights, life pushes you out of your own home and into unexpected refuge. On one such night, my car became more than a vehicle – it became my escape, my quiet room, my place to breathe. After an argument that spiraled beyond control, I found myself driving aimlessly through the silent streets of Bukoto and Ntinda, searching for calm. Parked behind a closed supermarket, with nothing but the hum of the engine and my own thoughts, I discovered something powerful: peace can be found anywhere. That night reminded me that walking away is sometimes an act of maintenance, not weakness—and that clarity often comes in the quietest, most unlikely spaces.

When a man says, ‘our car’, he sometimes means ‘my car’, which you can admire but cannot drive.

Yet somehow, in all that chaos, there was this small moment of predictability- our two cars side by side. I never saw the driver clearly, only caught glimpses- a neat shirt sleeve, a coffee cup, the way his headlights flicked twice before he drove off. I told myself it was nothing, but each day, when I found his car already there, I smiled inside.