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Author: Sam Freddy
Let’s take a moment to see life from the hilarious taxi driver’s point of view:
I was so excited. In fact, excitement would be an understatement for me. I was thrilled, charged up, hyperactive!
For a start, today happens to be the queen of my heart’s birthday. In addition to that, we had planned to go out on a date tonight. One more passenger was all I had left to transport for me to be done with my shift. After that, I would have all the time in the world to do as I please for the entire weekend.
Indeed, love is a beautiful thing. I could still remember a week ago when I took what I would like to call ‘the big step.’ Even though I wasn’t as charged up as I happen to be feeling today, something had pushed me to act like a shooting star in a sense that I was motivated to go for what I’d been wishing for despite the chances of rejection involved. I happen to be a naturally outspoken person and a likeable clown who sweeps people – especially the ladies – off their feet by just being who I am, but I had my tough times, too. Last week would be a good example of one of these ‘tough times!’
After several weeks of having online conversations, phone calls and video calls between each other, I had paid a visit to Lola’s house after a long time since I had been there and she had graciously ushered me into her room which I honestly wasn’t looking forward to at all. She certainly had the confidence to do that ONLY because we were both alone in the house. Perhaps she had her reasons for doing so. Or maybe we’d gotten past the stage of having doubts, fears and distrust for each other and she ACTUALLY likes and trusts me enough to go that far. Unknown to me, she was in the middle of an assignment when I got there, and she was willing to put it aside just for me but I had declined the offer with so much politeness that she had laughed very hard and was forced to continue doing it in my presence. I assisted her in the little way I could, and in no time at all, we literally butchered the riddlelike assignment with every fiber of our being. Afterward, we initiated an online game of pool with our phones, got tired of it and took some lovely pictures together, then we talked at length to pass time. If I’m meant to point out just one thing I REALLY admire about Lola’s personality, it would absolutely be her outspokenness.
She has this gracious aura, this tantalizing vibe, this impressive sense of humour and so many other traits about her that one couldn’t help but fall in love with with time. To crown it all, she’s beautiful. As a matter of fact, she’s VERY beautiful!
She’s the coolest, nicest and the sweetest person I’d probably ever meet on Earth, and I DEFINITELY didn’t think I would be willing to let go of her any time soon. And that, in fact, was what gave me the astounding morale to spill out everything I’d been treasuring on my mind to her hearing on that same day. First of all, before I even manned up and said anything to her, I was so nervous. Secondly, as expected, I was indecisive about what I was about to do then, but a particular cliché saying kept on ringing in my head which says: “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”, and I could’ve sworn I felt the spark of an imaginary light bulb above my head which gave me an idea of what to say, what not to say, what to do and what not to do about my genuine feelings for her. Finally, without any form of restraint and hesitation, I asked her the big question in the third-person narrative form: “I’m quite aware that it’s a fact that almost everyone knows it’s stale news that a hustling cab driver is head over heels in love with a good-looking woman who means the world to him. She’s the curry powder and the maggi to his jollof rice, because she adds spice and flavor to his life in a way that no other woman has ever done. Without her, he’d probably spend all that’s left of his thyme wallowing in self pity and regret at Heineken road, because he would’ve lost a Star before he realizes his grave mistake in life. I don’t want to be that guy. No, I wouldn’t want to be him. So I’ll rather take the bull by the horns and cut to the chase straight up. First and foremost, I’m in love with you, Lola. And, I’d be eternally grateful to the stars if you happen to feel the SLIGHTEST way back for me. I don’t suppose you do, do you?”
She had given me a cool smile and a warm touch on my left hand before she answered: “Ken, you know I do. I truly do like you, but I’m not so sure if I love you yet. I mean, I know we’ve come quite far and all, but I’m still cautious of this thing called love. I don’t want to be jilted by any man ever again. I’m scared. I’m afraid of heartbreaks, Ken. I hope you understand what I mean?”
“I do.” I had said in response and tentatively clutched her soft hands in mine, afraid she might pull them back, but she never did so. “One thing I want you to know is that I’m not in a hurry at all. If it’s time you need to heal, then it’s fine – I can wait. I’m willing to help you in the best possible way I can. We can fight through this, Coco. What do you say we join forces—unite, fight each other’s inner battles and see where this entire thing leads us, angel?”
I could remember how she was silent for quite a long while. For a moment, I had thought she wanted to give me a negative answer in the most polite method she could possibly think of so that I wouldn’t feel hurt to the max, but the following statement she made that day was like refined butter that had been spread on a fresh slice of bread to my ears, and it gave life to my soul the same way fertilizer gives life to a farm and its crops.
She had said: “In that case, I’m afraid I’m down for it. Let’s keep this beautiful thing going and ensure that we enjoy it while it lasts, Apple.”
“It’ll last.” I had assured her after kissing the back of her hand like foreigners do in the movies. “Trust me, it will.”
Reflecting back on this exact memory was all shades of amusing to me. Who would’ve ever thought that a cab driver of all people could win a pretty woman’s heart especially in this part of the world where greed thrives? Who would’ve thought that a decent woman with an unentitled mentality even exists in the first place? Left to me, I could choose Lola a thousand times over a lot of other ladies out there if necessary. I surely didn’t have much to begin with, but at least I was comfortable and striving to do better in my lane. The perfect description of a certified Jack-of-all-trades would be me: a good driver, a part-time graphic designer, a boutique owner, a photographer, an engineer and a prolific writer. Years of experience had shaped me into a hustler and a workaholic. I used to specialize in freelance painting for various top notch companies before I lost interest in that particular field. It was taking its toll on my health, so I had to quit for reasons best known to me.
I could also remember telling Lola the whole truth about who I am during one of our video calls and she looked and sounded impressed with everything I said. That day in particular, I took my time to study her facial expressions, her speech and the tone of her voice so that I could see if she would falter and stutter because I didn’t meet up to her expectation, but not once did she ever fumble or frown. With that, I was able to draw a legit conclusion that she wasn’t after my hard-earned money, nor was I after her ‘perfect’ body. What we thought about each other, shared between each other, and felt for one another was more than what the natural eyes of any human being could see. I could vouch for her any day, any time. She brings out the best in me. To me, she’s one in a billion; a rare gem, a priceless jewel, a precious needle in a haystack. In all honesty, she means and will always mean everything to me. EVERYTHING ENTIRELY with no exception. NONE at all.
I arrived at the front gate of a big house. After honking three consecutive times, I picked up the official phone I’d been given for the taxi business, placed a call through to the customer and informed him that I was already outside, waiting for him. He said: “Hold on. I’ll be at your spot in a jiffy.”
After a formal response of “Alright.”, and a soft mumble of “No problem, sir!”, I terminated the call and dropped the phone back in the compartment of the dashboard. I turned off the car radio, turned on the air conditioning and relaxed on the comfy seat, expecting the arrival of the last passenger. I was still waiting like a patient dog when I felt a rapid vibration in my pocket, followed by the sound of a notification. I dipped my right hand into the exact pocket the buzz came from, took out the phone and realized that it was an SMS from Coco. Smiling like a contented father and mother who had both been blessed with a child after so many years of barrenness, I clicked on the text message icon and read its content in a whisper:
“Hey, apple-head. Time’s ticking. Don’t be late, man!”
I read it the exact way she would’ve said it if we were face to face, and the thought of her mature voice addressing me as ‘apple-head’ made me giggle and wag my head funnily.
However, I texted back: “I won’t be late. One more passenger to go and I’ll be at your doorstep in the twinkling of an eye. Do you miss me already?”
I assumed she’d reply after a decade, but she proved me wrong by answering with another SMS under 35 seconds: “Rest your thumbs and drive, dude. I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself for me, Apple.”
“You too, Coco.” I texted back, giggling. “Happy birthday once again. May happiness, strength and laughter never run dry in your life.”
“AMEN, AMEN AND A BIGGER AMEN!” Her third message came in — all words in the first sentence written in caps — making a reference to the same words I had said on the day I first visited her at home. “I receive it, Prophet Kennedy! Fire, fire, fire!”
I started to type another message amid laughter: “You this woman – I doubt if you’ll ever change. Honestly texting, you are such a weird character, Lola. A clown dat’s even more clever than I am. Dat’s one of the reasons why I love you the same way G–”
All of a sudden a distant noise from the gate startled me. I flinched and stopped laughing at once, peering to see what it was. At last, someone walked out of the gate. I saw the same person coming towards the car. Hurriedly, I continued typing from where I stopped: “…God loves us all. Oh, well, I see someone coming. I’ve got to go, Coco. We’ll vibe better when we get to see each other soon enough. Have some more patience. You know I won’t let you down.”
“Nor will I.” Her final message came in with the second sentence in caps this time around. “DRIVE SAFE! DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE! LIFE HAS NO DUPLICATE!”
Undoubtedly, Lola was a woman of substance and a big-time joker—a competent one at that. I laughed it off, sighed, and dropped the phone on the surface of the dash. When I took another look out the car window, I saw the man standing close to the car already, pulling the car door handle by my right. Right then and there, the passenger got into the car and took the back seat, breathing fast and heavily. I could see his reflection through the mirror. He was brown-skinned and bearded; wearing a black cap, a green jacket, a black sleeved shirt under the jacket, and a pair of deep blue shorts and white flip-flops. He was a good-looking man for sure, but he didn’t look too good at the moment. He looked angry, frustrated and tired.
For a start, I greeted him: “Good evening, sir.”
“Evening.” He languidly answered, looking out the window. “Sorry I kept you waiting. I had to patch things up before coming.”
“That’s not a problem. It’s okay.” I said and turned on the ignition, still looking at his reflection in the mirror. “Is everything alright with you, sir?”
He wagged his head to indicate ‘no.’
“Would you care to share your thoughts, sir?”
He wagged his head again in the non-affirmative.
“There’s a saying that two heads are better than one, sir.” I tried to convince him, harboring a lot of empathy for the sad stranger. “A problem shared is a problem half solved. Don’t you think so?”
“I don’t think so.” His voice was so low I could hardly hear what he was saying. “Can you just drive?”
It was crystal clear that he wasn’t willing to discuss about his troubling thoughts with me, and I had no intention of aggravating his worries either, so I decided to let him be. I was about to place both hands on the steering wheel when I saw the reflection of the passenger taking off his customized cap and his wristwatch; thereafter he took off the sleek green jacket and that was when it dawned on me that the man had a disability—a missing arm.
I felt so sorry for him. I TRULY did.November 10, 2019 at 10:04 am #1347470Agu AmimuMember
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