The Taxi Driver

Hello, my name is Folabi.

I drive a cab for a living. Don’t worry am not illiterate,i finished from OOU. I studied psychology and came out with a 2.2. Hey, don’t insult my school, not unless you want an ass-whopping. If you finished OOU recently, you will notice the tiring and unyielding process of getting a certificate. I was meant to start a nice decent white-collar job but for the most part of it, It didn't happen.

My folks stay in Abeokuta, but as the rebellious child that I am, I left home for school in Ijebu Igbo and never went back to Abeokuta asides from visits during the holidays. My father isn't exactly my biggest fan because I changed universities a couple of times due to cult wahala.

Moving on, after finishing school, I moved to Lagos with or without my parent’s blessing. Not my first time in Lagos so anyway during school I followed a cult squad to bust a guy in Lagos, I was the driver, and it kinda felt like 'the transporter' for a bit. I love driving that’s one of my hobbies. I have driven all sorts of cars, I was the designated drunk driver for my group, and a lot of my friends felt safe anytime I drive.

The first few months in Lagos without a job were crazy. I am managing a 'face-me-i-face-you' with a friend at Fola Agoro, being the good homely boy that I am. My friend’s uncle owns a private taxi company. He gave me a taxi to manage for my(in way manage my life). I was grateful because I was sick and tired of sitting at home, doing nothing, and chasing babes and bored housewives.

I have been doing this for quite some time now, friday nights are the craziest nights and fun of all. Taxi drivers see all sorts of things on that night, things that make the smaller leg want to jump off the trouser; with all the indecent dressings and some of them changing into outrageous outfits in the cab. They don't usually mind me peeking at them through my rearview mirror.

Last Friday night started to like the usual one, I had already picked and dropped some ladies on the island. Do ladies love to price cabs despite the fact that my own cab has A.C. How can you hope to take an A.C cab to the island for N800? Hian! I was driving around the town, it was like 11 pm. I drove to eCenter at Sabo to chill a bit. Most people who came for games on Fridays usually move over to the island for some more intense clubbing. I was having an awesome time looking at what the daughters of Eve wore that night. Sometimes, I think I should actually be clubbing and living my life like them but the thing is I don’t have a choice, I escaped past school by whiskers, if I don’t fight for my right to the good life, no one will. The simple fact that third class isn’t classified as brilliant spurred me to strive for more.

My cab was parked in front of the game center, when a girl stumbled out of the entrance to the gate. Not really stumbled, she almost tripped, I looked over the floor but nothing was there, parking close to the exit of the building allowed a full view of everywhere. She came over to the side of my car, she knocked on the window, I pulled the window lever and it came down slowly. She opened her mouth and alcohol oozed out of her breath, “V.I,” she said “Where in victoria island,” I asked “Megaplaza” she replied “N3,000 ” I answered.

She laughed gently, removed her face, and looked above my cab, as she did that, her chest was in my full view, her boobs were big, her body tone was a problem, and she was almost white. Already in my head, I could imagine how red her nipples would be. How her areola would be, her Brazilian hair was disturbing my view and she re-adjusted and brought back her face into the window. “N2,000” she bellowed with her eyes shut. “You seem like a nice girl, how about N2,500”. I said in my fake British accent which I acquired from watching hundreds of hours of American TV shows…

She took herself back, surprised by my accent, my favorite accent is a British accent. It just rolls off the tongue differently, very sexy. She was definitely surprised that I could speak fluent English. I wasn’t looking bad myself, I am not ugly that I am sure of. She got into the front seat and that was when I was lost for a second, her sexy thighs looked like heaven. she flung her head to the back totally oblivious to the situation, she was stoned for sure.

She was high but quite visible that she could still manage herself. I was stealing glances at her when she asked when we would be leaving. I told her I had to check something in the glove compartment and then we would be off in a second. Her tank top wasn’t helping matters, imagine Sofia Vergara was wearing a tank top, that’s a disaster for everyone who would be walking or driving. The ignition came on, I wrote some party jams into a CD at home, I put it in and the first song that came off it was M.I ft Brymo- Action film. The speakers in my car are the ones to die for, I brought special speakers myself and yanked out the manufacturer’s own to put mine in. She was brought back to life with the upbeat song, music animal. We got talking, I asked why she was going to Marquee.

“My friends are on the island,” she replied

“You don’t party alone? How about your boyfriend?” I responded

“I broke up with my boyfriend when I moved back in February” she replied in an American accent She was responding to me with her head back, trying to catch a little sleep before she gets to Marquee I was staring hopelessly, and for the sake of my life.

I wasn’t speeding, I was doing less than 80 km/hr. I was enjoying my selection of musicas my shorter leg (now not so short again) kept pushing me to look into a tank top. I ran into the smallest pothole, I saw just to make sure the boobs fall out of the tank top. It almost fell off somewhere along 3rd mainland as I swerved away from one stupid driver who was trying to overtake me, some part of her areola showed. She came back to life with that swerve. She looked around, almost like trying to recollect where she was. she saw me, and noticed my hard-on, and totally ignored me. She opened her bag to look for her phone, she brought it out and no call had come in yet. She was feeling uncomfortable at her side, we were almost entering into V.I.

We got off the bridge from the Muson Center area. She slipped her hands into her thighs, at this point, I was losing it completely.

She moaned out softly “I seriously need a shag, this alcohol isn't helping me at all” Firstly, I wanted to believe this wasn’t happening, that I was merely imagining things… but this is happening for real. I wasn’t sure how to respond to her proposition. I used all the braveness in me, summoned all the strength I had in me, and gently placed my hands on her lap. I was expecting all sorts of insults to rain down from her mouth, in fact, a slap would have been appropriate but what happened next baffled me more.

She did nothing! This definitely was gonna be a swell night, I had sex a couple of nights ago but this one is definitely gonna be spectacular.