The bike picked up speed and swerved in-between two vehicles
moving in opposing directions. The following conversation ensued:
Me: Oga, take it easy oh. Ehen!
Bikeman: Ahn ahn madam. Wetin sef?
Nothing has happened now
(I paused and
considered pursuing that line of argument but I changed my mind
Me: Well, I am just telling you oh
because if one tiny scratch just touch my leg, I will not take “sorry” oh
Bikeman: Haaa! Madam are you not a
Christian. Can’t you forgive?
(I decided
explaining my argument on that last statement would be futile so I don’t bother
Me: You don’t want to find out, trust
me. Just drive carefully.
(He makes
another crazy swerve to get ahead…)
Me: Oga, e be like say you get spare
legs for your house abi? Me I don’t have so you better be careful because next
time, I will pinch you
Bikeman: Na wa oh. Be like say you get
vex issues. You just dey para since
Me: Oga, na you get your mouth. Drive
me gently
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