I was having a very good day on Saturday. The rides, good ones, were coming in back-to-back.
There was no dulling on this particular day. So, if person wan waste my time sef, body go begin pepper me. It was one of those days wey you just get the feeling sey “e go weigh you” by the time you call it a day.
I was dropping someone off at Ordinance Road, around Vee Hotels, and immediately got another order. The girl on the other end of the phone said she was at CPET Lifestyle, a new joint that recently opened just by the JDP Roundabout on Odili Road.
She wanted me to come pick her and her friends to GRA, so I swung into action.
As I made my way towards Sansun Roundabout, the one that connects Ordinance Road to Odili Road, a Mercedes-Benz breezed past me at the speed of light.
My car even shake sef. This was before the speed breakers currently installed on that axis of the road. Anyway, I know their type, so I just ignored them and continued to the pickup spot.
As I reached JDP Roundabout, I just kuku used one-way to CPET, cos e no far from there. I called my client and noticed she was talking to some guys in a car. Na the Benz boys wey nearly blow me moments ago. I just dey talk for my mind sey these boys wan commot food for my mouth.
Two of her friends then came out of the CPET building to talk with her. I also came down, stood by my door, and kept blaring my horn to beckon them to come make we dey go.
After what felt like five long minutes, I saw all three babes walking towards my car. I let out a huge sigh of relief.
I’m guessing the boys didn’t take that very well, because they sped off again in Formula One style, nearly taking my door with one of the girls already opening it to get in, along with them. It was a close shave.
They finally got in, and all three started making comments about the boys. Unlike me, I no too really pay attention, because I dey jam correct gbedu dey go GRA.
As we approached Sansun Roundabout, a small crowd had gathered, with one or two cars slowing down. “Something don happen,” we said. As we got closer, we see sey na those our Benz boys oo. The car had tumbled upside down, with all four tyres facing the night sky.
Passersby had already dragged the boys out. One of them looked seriously injured; one of his hands was twisted and hanging very loosely. Apparently, they hit the roundabout while either trying to take Ordinance to the right or go around it. But with the kind of speed, I witnessed from them twice that night, I wasn’t surprised.
Most first-time car owners who go for Benz and Lexus brands lack experience in handling such vehicles. The thrill of speed is always at the forefront for them.
My girls were shaken. In no time, they were full of praises and thanksgiving to their God for averting what could have been a disaster for them too.
Two of them even thanked me for showing up at the nick of time, because they were almost convinced to join the boys. They said my presence made them come back to their senses, since I was already there and they didn’t want to cancel the ride.
The one sitting in front was even asking what she would have told her parents wey know sey she dey Unical by then. Meanwhile, here she was in Port Harcourt, flexing.
Well, good thing there was no fatal casualty, except the brand-new Mercedes-Benz. It wasn’t even registered yet. No number plate.
These were “New Takers” celebrating their “wins” in the wrong way
