LAGOS DRIVING IN LONDON……..
I was running very late for a meeting this morning, so I decided to give them some serious Lagos driving.
With my hand permanently on the horn, I was taking bends faster than Saraki can negotiate a plea bargain.
I showed those London drivers how not to waste pedestrian pavements in traffic.
“Lunatic!! Crazy bastard!” startled drivers and pedestrians shouted at me, waving their fists angrily as I missed a corporate Okada rider by whiskers.
“You need a psychiatrist, you bastard!” he screamed, looking terrified.
“Yes indeed, I am from Lagos!!” I yelled backed, beginning to enjoy myself.
As I screeched to a stop in front of my meeting venue, I felt proud of my Oluwole driver’s license and how I wish I had a Nigerian flag stuck on my bonnet. Eko o ni bàjè
“Taofeek would have been proud of me,” I mused to myself as I climbed the final stairs to the hall.
“Sorry Mr Idris, the meeting has been postponed “.
Mazi abe “speedie” idris © 2015
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