Joyce Ibrahim

• Jan-2005
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Why do you want to be scum of the earth? I give you thirty days before you get disgusted and quit," was my first conversation with another woman taxi driver. The small woman interrogating me was wearing a rat's nest hairpiece that she thought made he...

• Nov-2006
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There are no secrets in a taxi. Each ride is like a book without a jacket; you don’t know what is inside until you pick it up. For over a decade Joyce drove the dangerous, diabolical, and devious, mixed with the confused, courteous, and kind. And u...