bananas and trolley

yesterday from gitega to bujumbura i got a taki. we were six: me, the driver, three other persons and a child. apart from us, the room which left was occupied by groups of bananas. and on the top of the bananas there was my trolley. bananas and trolley: the perfect symbols of our different background.
sometimes someone got off, and someone got in. once a man with a chicken (a living chicken!) in his hands tried to get in. i thought: please, the chicken no! thanks god, the driver told him to get off.
but taxi is a funnier way to travel in respect of your car, and also a better way to talk to people.