22/08/2025
On my way to Kogi one day from Ilorin, I boarded one of those small cars where two people sit in front with the driver, then three or four people squeeze at the back.Â
The journey was a long one, close to 12 hours. Being the petite one, I was cramped between four people at the back. I was extremely annoyed at the sitting arrangement because the price wasnât cheap, yet our comfort wasnât prioritized. (I didnât know there were other options that dayâif I did, I wouldnât have taken that arrangement.)
So, we were just two females in the car, one woman with her baby and then me. The rest of the passengers were male.
It took so long before we even took off. I already knew that at this rate I would be entering Kogi at midnight. But the driver wasnât showing any sense of urgency. It was like he had some magic way to fly us on that bad road. He kept doing sluggish thingsâcollecting messages, stopping on the road to buy cornâwhen we had not even traveled 20 minutes.
Everyone in the car got annoyed and started talking, asking him to hurry up. He kept saying, âIt is my car o, anybody that is not comfortable should get down,â and that he needed to collect those messages because he might not see Passengers when coming back. Mostly the men were confronting him. I didnât say anything, same as the woman beside me.
Although I was very uncomfortable and I also understood the consequences of his negligence.
When we got to the middle of the road, you wonât believe this man intentionally took a longer route just because he wanted to collect another message.Â
He even parked the car and left without informing us. I was already feeling cranky, my legs were swollen, and since I donât find it comfortable buying food on the street while traveling, I hadnât eaten. I was frustrated.
When he finally came back, everyone started talking again, and this time I joined in. As soon as he heard my voice, he turned and stared at me, saying:
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