Lecture in a Cab
My cabbie chronicles continues, but this time I didn’t get quitted nor did I have to curse out my cabbie.
I tried MY BEST not to laugh but before I knew it, a cackle escaped from my mouth. I look up to see a pedestrian flipping him the bird.
Cabbie: So you are Nigerian, right?
Me: *thinking “DANGIT* Yes I am
Cabbie: Are you Igbo?
Me: No I’m Yoruba
Cabbie: Ah ok o. Where are you from?
Me: *DARN IT ALL! I don’t feel like talking* Lagos Cabbie: Eh heh! Which part?
Me: *grumbles* Victoria Island
Cabbie: So do you remember the Barracks? (referring to the soldier homes)
Me: No
Cabbie: What about Mushin?
Me: *See why I ain’t want him to know* Nope
Cabbie: Ah ah! When’s the last time you were home
Me: *throws tantrum on the inside* A long time
See here? I was in no mood for 20 questions and I was pretty much making up answers thinking my closed responses would end the conversation but Noooo. That woulda been too much like right. So it continues…
Cabbie: There is no place like home o! You need to go back. Me, I don’t even know why I’m here. I’m just suffering myself for F*cking nothing.
AWKWARD! I was thinking “You mad, huh” (c) Saaphyri but it came out as nervous chuckles and shifty eyes. How am I supposed to respond to this sudden ornery and clear lack of life satisfaction?
As I paid him, he goes “You have to go back home o! This place is just not good.”
Me: *chuckles nervously some more* Thanks!
In the 5 minutes I spent in that cab, I heard someone be cursed out and I got a lecture about my lack of Nigerian pride because it’s been a minute since I’ve been. LOL why must every cabride I take be an adventure?
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