By Abe Idris
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I was running very late for a meeting this morning, so i decided to give them some serious Lagos driving.
With my hand permanently on the horn, i was taking bends faster than Saraki can negotiate a plea bargain.
I showed those London drivers how not to waste pedestrian pavements in traffic.
“Lunatic !! Crazy bastard” ! , startled drivers and pedestrians shouted at me, waving their fists angrily as i missed a corporate Okada rider by whiskers.
“You need a psychiatrist, you bastard” ! He screamed, looking terrified.
“Yes indeed, i am from Lagos” !! I yelled backed, beginning to enjoy myself.
As i screeched to a stop in front of my meeting venue, i felt proud of my Oluwole driver’s license and how i wish i had a Nigerian flag stuck on my bonnet. Eko o ni bàjè
“Taofeek would have been proud of me ” i mused to myself, as i climbed the final stairs to the hall.
“Sorry Mr Idris, the meeting has been postponed “.
Gobe. Original.
Mazi abe “speedie” idris © 2015
