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''Lord bless my hustle''.. This had become my prayer every day and this morning was no exception, as I towed my 'taxi car' out of the compound after friends had helped me push it. In less than five minutes on the road I had picked a lady who seemed to admire my dispensation and command of English, and realised soon enough that it was merely circumstances that put me in such position. At least someone on a similar intellectual level as me genuinely appreciated my hustle. I asked her not to pay, we exchanged numbers, and she gave me a soft peck on my right chick, telling me she'd like to see more of me. I was in a frenzy for about thirty seconds, and when she left the goose bumps that have flooded my skin must have been able to provide electric current to a house. I had the notion that the whole of my day would be as smooth as the first. I greeted everyone with a calm, was in a sincerely jovial mood, all because of a kiss.   As I moved into a rather calm and