The Cab Driver

It was another good Friday, of cause you known that why it is called that is because it was the day that our Lord gave himself up as an offering that we might have life, well it was another day as such - a remembrance of that. I had a flight to catch and that meant I needed a cab to take me to the airport.

Coming out of my place to the main road I found out that massive traffic had built up. Nothing works wonders like the 'okada' at times like this but the sky was cloudy. Gosh! It was already looking like a day to just stay at home except that work had to be done. So we finally settled on the initial plan - a cab. We found one got in and began the slow drive to the airport.

It didn’t rain after all, just drizzles. However I realise why it all worked out so - we needed to meet with the cab driver. By now, except you are new to this blog, you know that I love to gist. And since I started claiming ‘like to meet people’ as a hobby, I have actually started working on it. And so I started discussion with the driver. Well truth is that he actually initiated the gist - he was surprised to find out i was Yoruba when I got into the cab and spoke the dialect. He said he thought that I was Ibo. He said it was difficult to identify people now without the tribal marks.

I was petrified - tribal marks? In this age? I told him if anyone does that to a child he should be flogged. He said the child wasn’t complaining. I said why don’t they wait a little till he was able to knock them around when they brought the disease infected blade close to his cheek. We had a good laugh then. And moved to the issue of why the traffic.

Why would people not stay in their homes on days like this when it was one for them to rest and enjoy the company of their family? We sited examples of the western world where holidays are taken seriously and folks actually take loans just to go on holidays. That was the trigger for the main thrust of our gist.

The brief story of the driver

I should have just loved to be at home if not for the useless woman that is my wife. She makes the house so un-conducive for me. I decided to leave the house for her. I am a pensioner with two houses and the trouble started when I retired and wanted to move to one of the houses I built. My wife refused to move with me, she said she wasn’t moving to the bush. Looking back now i should have been patient with her. I wouldn’t have found myself in this situation that I am in now.

It was after I left her to move to the new place, one of my houses, that I met and married this then 25 years old woman. That was three years ago. And the experience has not been really good. Just yesterday she said she spent 600 naira on beans for just two people (my thoughts as sheyhun was that it must be a hybrid super nutritious beans - i didnt say that out though. The woman apparently knew how well to swindle the man. *Lips sealed*)

One time we had an argument and she took a bottle and scared her own breast. She said 'that money you don't want to spend on me, you will spend it in the hospital'. The same day she came back from being treated in the hospital she still went ahead to wash my underwear. (Here I was practically rolling my eyes – RME)

She doesn’t go to church with me and if we don't have sex in three days she hints that she would go and get it outside. She doesn’t mind 24 hours of sex, but i can’t do that. I am in my mid-60s. If it was my former wife even if we didn’t have sex in three months it won’t be a problem. Ooo listen to me, your first wife is the best o. Let my experience be you teacher. I have asked her to leave but she wouldn’t. I am so grateful to God that she doesn’t have a child for me, probably I would be dead by now from the demands she would have made.

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Hmmm. I said to him you can’t change her you can only work on yourself. All I could do was encourage him to pray more. Prayers are powerful and effective. He was so profuse in his thanks and I felt so embarrassed.

But that is God's ways he wanted that man blessed, wanted him to know that there is hope to those who are alive and that no matter how trying a situation is, like I said to him (really what was I thinking giving a 60 something year old man advice on marriage) nothing yet has happened to us that is strange to mankind.

It was another ‘good’ Friday and my flight was beautiful