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MY TAXI SERIES #1

It was a Monday morning, I got to where I take taxi to work. After standing for 15 minutes, I finally got one. A lady entered with a guy, she was sitting beside me while her friend i presume sat in front..

Just as the vehicle started moving the lady beside me dressed in the popular wizkid's ankara wear with a brown and oxblood braids and socks and slippers told the guy in front that he didn't give her any transport money. The guy quickly asked for her purse and she indulged him and i could tell she was uneasy because she started to tease the guy by asking him what he was looking for in her purse and if he's aware that is ungentlemanly for a man to search a lady's purse.

The guy got to his destination, gave the lady her purse and dropped off. Immediately, she unzipped her purse to count the money and it was N1,500 she sighed and brought out her phone and started placing calls. She called the first man demanding for money and i guess that one promised her something as she said thank you. Then  she called the second person, this time everybody could hear her shouting at him at the other end of the line ''don't call this line again''  useless man she retorted and ended the call abruptly. She proceeded to call another person and was just on the phone till i alighted. I'm sure what crossed my mind also crossed yours.

CHIOMA OKOLI
Location: Abuja, Nigeria

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Unknown said…
I don't want to believe that she is going home from a night shift lol.
November 29, 2018 at 4:12 AM
Chioma said…
Don't we all work? Lol
May 23, 2020 at 4:57 PM
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