Run little bride, run!

I'm fueling the car somewhere in Mlango Kubwa at 1300hrs when the door opens and someone gets in the back seat. No calls, no warnings: nothing! The door just yanks open; someone gets in, bangs it shut and yells, "Go!" I turn around startled and seated right there at the back seat is this young lady in her mid-twenties dressed in her wedding gown. "What do you mean 'go!'? Who are you? What the hell are you doing?" She looks outside the window with her huge round eyes resembling a pair of saucers on her face. She sees something or someone she doesn't want to see and lies on her side on the seat whimpering, "Go! Please just get me out of here." "I am not taking you anywhere." "Your car reads 'Perfection Taxi Limited' on the side. If you don't get me out of here right now, I am calling your office and I am getting you fired." She sure knows how to appeal to a man's self-interest. So I pay the gas station attendant and drive off. My 'Where are we going?' question gets the, 'I don't know! Just drive!' answer. The customer is always right. I drive off towards town then steal a glance at my beautiful passenger on my visor. "So why are you leaving him at the altar alone?" "None of your business." She keeps glancing out the window every now and then to see if we're being followed. "Really? You literally brought your business into my car. That would make it my business, don't you think?" "You are only going to judge me. So drop it." I decide that Thika Superhighway is a good place to take a destination-less drive. I am literally a driver without a destination. I keep stealing glances at her and the further away we get from where I picked her up, or rather where she imposed herself on me, the calmer she gets. I decide to play some music as music always helps but then the song on the radio is "Today is my wedding day..." "Are you kidding me?" She snaps. Sometimes music doesn't help. So I turn it off and mutter, "He must be a very bad man." "He is the perfect man." "Well, then you must understand why I am bewildered by your dumping him on your wedding day." "I love him. He treats me great; he is the best man I know. But I just don't feel the same way for him as he feels for me. Not anymore." "Someone else?" "Someone else." "Is he worth it?" "I don't even know. I met him a month ago, he is wild, spontaneous, treats me like I am the only woman left alive in the world and..." "And?" "Well, before I met him I had plans. Get married to this great guy, starts a lovely family, live happily ever after...blah blah... but after meeting him, all my plans seemed so stupid." "This is quite the risk you're taking here then. What if he doesn't care about you? What if he just wants to get into your pants then move on? Or what if he thinks he cares about you now only for him to realise he was just infatuated with you? What then?" She seems so sure of herself. Of her answer. Of the fact that what she is doing might turn out to be a huge mistake, but if she doesn't do this, she'll spend her life wondering, "What if I had given that new guy a chance?" "I would hate to die hating myself for not giving myself a chance to find out if this will be a mistake or not. That's all I want. A chance to find out." An hour later, I drop her off at Ruiru where the "may-or-may-not-be-a-huge-mistake" picks her up and pays for her cab fare. As I watch the lovebirds drive off with the runaway bride still in her gown, I call Jen. "Hi babe. How's work?" She answers. "It's exciting." I then ask, fighting hard to keep the excitement off my voice. "Hey, you busy?" "I'm not. But my feet are busy getting swollen." "I'm picking you up in an hour." "OK. What's up?" "I know a good priest. I know a place where I can get a great wedding gown. And I'm in a let's-get-married-today mood." "What?!" She exclaims with rising thrill in her voice. "If you're kidding me right now, I will strangle you!" "Baby, the rest of our lives begin today."