I can’t be the only one that lays my head against the door of taxis, rolling my eyeballs a little high above the traders and roadside mechanics, and shutting my eyes to feel the slaps of the elegant and happy breeze as the car speeds on the road. Then I explore my world of fantasies: imagining myself as the best filmmaker in the world, with millions of award-winning movies and collaborations with international companies. (All of those wild things an ambitious person like me can think of.) Until recent times, they started denying me these magical moments of my life.
The routine of a regular taxi now is that a passenger enters and renders a frustrated yet sonorous hiss, and says "God will save us from this government"
Then the older woman in the car would put in "It is a serious matter o"
and another would say "They said they are even increasing petrol price to #750 per litre.”
“They said Tinubu will open the border”, “They said….” It gets louder with each they said, they said and they said till their voices cut short my thoughts and bring me back to the reality of a Nigeria, filled with milk and honey (‘As they’ve said)
Don’t think they speak English in the cab, I only translated it for you. (Yes, You are welcome. 🌹 )
I am never interested in a public talk, but do they care? They compel me to listen to their loud voices of unverified news. As a tomato seller tells a civil servant (CS) that the minimum wage is now 150,000. If the civil servant dare object and try to educate her, she would tell him he doesn’t know anything about his monthly wages. (What a confidence!)
Well, all these are not my problem. Mine is that, let us all enter the cab, say a good afternoon, and. maintain. perfect. silence.
What do you also think about the drivers that tune up their radio and stereo in public transport? Do you always enjoy it or you could have broken it into pieces with your heels if had your way?
Let me read your comments 💕 .
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