Taxi Adventure & A Passing Proposal

At my trusted spot for catching the "set rate" taxi ride home from town, I climbed into a typical broken-down vehicle with three other ladies. The driver was probably all of 15 but looked 12 and been suspiciously examining unknown parts under the roof before getting behind the wheel. Two older men proceeded to push us onto the road whereby the young driver unsuccessfully tried to put the car into gear. Accompanied by rumbling sounds from the motor, we jolted & bumped a few feet at a time before consistently rolling to a stop. After about three more failed attempts, my three Ghanaian companions insisted on our getting out and entering a different vehicle. Taxi #2 looked in no better shape, its doors cut up but still hanging on their hinges and we all piled in. After turning off the dirt road & onto the main paved thoroughfare, we had gone barely a kilometer or two when our current driver suddenly stopped and we were forcefully rammed from the rear. Scrambling to get out of the back seat through the one door we managed to open, we joined the crowd which had quickly formed around the two cars. Our vehicle had to be pushed away while the other one drove around the broken glass and eventually left the scene. Thankfully, no one seemed to be seriously hurt, just a bit shaken up and the three Ghanaian women in full voice, - shouts to our driver, shouts to the driver who hit us, and shouts from all the bystanders made for a most interesting experience. Of course there were no officials in sight and after a few minutes, still another taxi came to pick us up, - this one with a windshield so badly cracked that one could just about see through it. The third, however, was the charm and we gratefully made it to our respective destinations in one piece.
Nonetheless, one incident earlier in the day made me smile. An elderly man in distinguished Muslim dress asked me if I would consider becoming one of his wives. Ah, what little it takes to make a person feel good....