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remember this one time i was to travel from Abuja,the FCT where i was interning to
Zaria, Kaduna state.
On getting to the park i found out the fare was much more
than i could afford,an interns salary is meagre in this parts,if any, so a
voice told me to take a taxi from Abuja to Kaduna and then get another one to
Zaria,when i added up the difference it seemed cheaper ,and at that time it
made sense to do.
I got to Kaduna and instead of going into the park (Kawo) to
take a registered taxi ,i decided to be smart and take one of the golf cars
parked outside the park.
I got into the car,was the first passenger,so i sat in
fronts,(shotgun), and waited for the other three passengers to come so the
journey would begin. As is the case with vehicles at the park one never gets to
see the driver until the car is full ( all passengers are complete )then a driver
magically appears and collects the fares.
That was the case on this day.
When the driver appeared my heart sank,he was a young man,and my mothers words came back to me 'Do not enter a vehicle that is driven by this small small boys'',i braced myself for the trip ahead,and what a trip it was. from take off to the end of the trip i had my heart in my mouth,the driver sped as if he was on fire,he constantly looked around nervously and the skin on his face and arms were covered in beads of sweat,he was clearly intoxicated.
It was a miracle we arrived without any accident.
That experience taught me a lot ,and the lessons are evident because i always listen to my mother now. 😊😊
In this life there are various risks we take but we must always weigh carefully those we decide to take and ensure the resultant benefits are well worth it.
When the driver appeared my heart sank,he was a young man,and my mothers words came back to me 'Do not enter a vehicle that is driven by this small small boys'',i braced myself for the trip ahead,and what a trip it was. from take off to the end of the trip i had my heart in my mouth,the driver sped as if he was on fire,he constantly looked around nervously and the skin on his face and arms were covered in beads of sweat,he was clearly intoxicated.
It was a miracle we arrived without any accident.
That experience taught me a lot ,and the lessons are evident because i always listen to my mother now. 😊😊
In this life there are various risks we take but we must always weigh carefully those we decide to take and ensure the resultant benefits are well worth it.
I like this picture, so i put it up.
This is quite interesting. Mothers are small gods.
ReplyDeleteNo doubt, thanks for reading.
DeleteInteresting memoir...Alas! Ime wields her pen. Keep 'em coming
ReplyDeletehahaha,finally,thanks for visiting the page.
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