My Taxi Driver, Quincy, from Kenya
- Destiny Yarbro
- Nov 18, 2016
- 1 min read

This weekend I met Quincy in Las Vegas. He has been an American for five years now and a taxi driver for two months. He was thrilled to tell me that a rap piece that he wrote was played on a radio station in Chicago.
I told him I haven't been to Kenya yet. He said I should go - that as a tourist I would love it. He moved on but I asked him to tell explain what he meant that as a tourist I would love Kenya. He then began explaining to me that he and his people are oppressed under a corrupt government.
He then told me that he was imprisoned for one year for writing a song about the corrupt government. The guard beat him everyday and called him a traitor. The United Nations and USA came together to secure his release and bring him over to the States. He gently told me that Americans are spoiled - worried about little things - in a wonderful nation with so many blessings.
He has been writing a documentary script for two years now and is applying for grants to pay for him to go back to Kenya to film. He is a mover and a shaker.
I am so grateful Quincy and I met. We exchanged information and I cannot wait to see his documentary down the road!
Again, some of the most incredible conversations of my life happen in a taxi. :)
Happy travels!
Destiny
P.S. Off to Toronto!
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