The good, the bad, and the Lagos – 023

The good, the bad, and the Lagos – 023


She was a female Uber driver in Lagos. If you think that is impressive, try this: she was the first female Uber driver in Nigeria. And for her that was both the height and limit of the excitement it bode.

From the moment she turned up to write the admission exams, she felt the discrimination in the tones of her male counterparts.

Can you really drive like a professional? It is not the way you will drive the motor your husband bought o…

You will not be able to drive in the night nauu. You think your man will like it?

The day you carry a rough guy, you will know this is not a business for a woman.

She shut her ears to the detractors. In Lagos nothing gets in the way of the hustle. But two years in, the day came that she met the rough guy.

She had just completed a trip in Yaba. She told her male passenger, soon to be rough guy, that his fare was N6,000.

He asked to see it on her phone. As soon as she held it close for him to see, he snatched it from her. She held her breath and tried to control her anger. He would see and confirm what he wanted and return her phone to her, she hoped.

She would be rid of him soon.


The good, the bad, and the Lagos – 022


But then he asked her, “Why don’t you come in for a drink?”

“Excuse me?”

“I have an old classical–”

She interjected. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll appreciate you pay the fare and let me be on my way.”

“You’re quite rude, you know?”

She swallowed to further control her anger and bite back the expletives raging to come through. “My apologies…”

Now he reached forward and ran his hand along her hair slowly, telling her they could be friends and that there was no need to get off on a weird note when the night promised so much more.

She was irritated by everything – his touch; his voice; his choice of words. Her first instinct was to blow the lid off, however she was present at mind enough to realize the situation could become very ugly, very quickly. She forced a smile and said, “Let’s get down and talk about this.” Then she opened the door slightly.

He obliged, alighting with pride.

As soon as he shut the door, she shut hers too, then used the control lock to secure herself inside. She performed a deft reverse in the blink of an eye and zoomed off.

Her phone was with him.

Her money was with him.

But she also knew Uber had a record of everything in their database. The might of the law would be brought upon him. For now, she was content not giving him the satisfaction.

As her colleagues always quickly pointed out, she was only female after all.


About The Author

Kingsley Alaribe is a Digital Marketer with 1stNews, and writes the weekly column, Strangers and Lovers. He is also a Data Scientist. Email: [email protected]

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