Against All Odds
True story of a Lagos Cabbie
I am standing on the road shoulder on a busy Lagos street street. The traffic stretches out turning a curve away from sight. Getting out of the gridlocked was the only thing on my mind.
Ubers were getting ridiculously expensive (especially in traffic) so I decided to take a cab. Danfos were not an option. Little did I know that by the time I would get home later that night, I would no longer be the same person standing on the side of that busy road.
After a couple of attempts, I found a cab that fit my definition of decent. It was a brand new 2011 Kia Rio with the branded colours of the new Lagos Metro Cabs. We didn’t waste time with the negotiations — I was going to a notoriously treacherous part of Lagos (traffic-wise) and the cabbie (I later found out) was closing for the day, headed in the same direction.
My first observation as I strapped myself in was how clean the car interior was. There was a newspaper stuck in the median compartment. There was also a bunch of bananas there. After a few minutes of silence, I broke the wall.
“Your car is well taken care of. I don’t see that often. Do you own it, or does it belong to the Lagos Metro?”
Like a spark in dry grass in hamarttan, my question burnt rapidly through our civil defences, and set…
