By Victor Kwame Sampong
I had been suspended by Bolt for one week and it was difficult for me, just sitting at home doing nothing.
On my first day back, I got something interesting right out of the block.
I got a ride to Odili Road and just as I was about to head to Market Square for some much-needed snacks after dropping off the client, I got stopped in my tracks by another order. I checked and saw the destination as the University Of Port Harcourt, Choba. The joy on our faces when such long rides filter in eh. It cannot be quantified.
I opened my passenger app to check the price and it was pleasing to the eyes. I didn’t waste any more time to turn around and make the call as I made my way to the pick-up point.
My client, a very pretty lady, came out with her lover, all loved up. After some more smooching and kissing, she got in and we made our way out of the hotel.
It was not until we got to the main gate that she informed me that we were not heading to the University of Port Harcourt as displayed on the app, but somewhere in Elelenwo. It was as if something pierced through my heart. I was very disappointed with the news. All the excitement that came as a result of the estimated price on the app just fizzled out.
She said she didn’t want her guy to be onto her, so she had to pretend that she was returning to school. She told me she has ‘another client’ that she needed to see before she finally goes back to her hostel, but before then, she needed to get food. I dished out my terms and conditions on waiting for clients to her. After a bit of back and forth, she eventually succumbed to it.
We stopped by Kilimanjaro by the Parkland Estate entrance, got the food, and we continued the rest of the journey offline. Fortunately for me, it was the wrong address. After I spoke with her man over the phone to get the right location (School Road Junction by East West Road), we made another U-turn, but with some more improvements to the initially agreed price. A man in heat, looking forward to seeing his pretty lady, would do anything to get her there, especially, halfway into the journey.
Oga was already waiting outside and duly transferred my fee as agreed. The girl fine sha…no wonder dem dey rush her.
My rainbow community
On Sunday morning, I woke up to the good news that my gay friend, a doctor, is engaged. I shared the news with my small circle of friends at ‘The Manor’ and they all seemed disgusted with it.
I didn’t mind anyway. We’ve been friends for a while now and my gay doctor has been nothing short of interesting. So, imagine my excitement when he called me at about midday to come pick him up from his place of work to his house. A chance to get the real gist. I couldn’t have refused such an opportunity for a first-hand scoop.
I rushed down and after some delays, he got in. He was smiling sheepishly all through as he showed me his engagement ring. I was happy for him too. He has been through several relationships, but none made him this content as I saw him this past Sunday. Maybe it’s the fact that this one was defined adequately with a purpose of some sort.
As we started the journey to his house, he threw more light on this latest development. His partner is also of the same profession and married with kids. His marital status doesn’t seem to bother my client as it looks like they’ve got a plan to tackle it.
Anyways, they’re applying at the United States embassy to legalize their union within the premises of Uncle Sam due to the hostility they’ll get most likely get from Nigeria.
I expressed how happy I am for him that he’s finally, truly happy, but unfortunately, I won’t be attending the wedding because na only ECOWAS passport I get… Chai! The yeye man said he’ll send me pictures. I felt like pushing him out of the car make rain beat am well well…lol!
We got to his house and he invited me over for a celebratory drink, but I respectfully declined because it’s Sunday and I gotta work. Payment is done and off I go!
