On my way home with my wife last night, around 9pm, I observed our car was overheating, which I knew the countless number of muddy arrears I've driven lately must have clogged the radiator. I pulled over and parked in front of a filling station by the road side.

The security man mounting the entrance could see steam coming from the bonnet, I hurriedly requested for water from him and he said he will sell me a bucket of water, I looked surprisingly, but gave him the go ahead to bring it.

He brought the water and I was doing the needful when two young mechanic appeared, they asked what happened and I told them it was overheating, so they show some passion to help which lead to my worst experience ever!

The gateman was stylishly telling me not to allow them touch it but my clean heart won't let me, so he asked me to remove the returning hose to allow the heat escape which I did, he showed me the water will come out of the returning hose once its full. I kept poring water and I was shocked the radiator never full after poring *3 of the normal water I usually but, he told me there's a sensor and an inner reservoir that are drinking the water, then I became worried and suspicious, told him to excuse me, that was when I realizes he has turned the returning hose down and all the water I was poring was wasting.

I had earlier instructed my wife to keep eyes on them as I moved in to start the car, and for the very first time since I've been using my car, it failed to start. That was when it downed on me they've maneuvered the car and I was worried.

They began to suggest different faults, but they offered to help me just to drive home so I can call my mechanic to fix it, speaking like a responsible man, he asked me to open the car back seat to tap the fuel pump, he checked from the booth when he couldn't locate the fuel pump under the back seat, then I calculated he was sizing up the car, he later joined a wire on the battery to another fuse and the engine eventually started, I gave him something to show appreciation despite their dubious acts.

Got back in the car to move and couldn't start again, now they begin to make it look complex and that was when I got mad, now a third guy has joined them and they were suggesting that I bring N8,500 to quickly get the sensor that's worrying the car, I shouted him to leave my car, my voice and face have changed like that of an infuriated lion, I told him I knew all they've been doing that I was just playing along, that I will make them regret their action, thank God I was on my casual attire, Jalamia, I told them I'm a big Alfa and will show them the implication of toying with a man of God..

The third guy that just joined pleaded that I exercise patience, the mecho wanted to get angry too but not real, my wife was calm with them while I was mad, told him to get out my car and I attempted closing the bonnet while the third guy kept calming me. Lo and behold, I stylishly calm down because the third guy was begging, and under 2mins, they fixed what they tampered and the car started perfectly, I thanked the third guy, the foolish mecho came to ask for more money, I looked at his face, slammed the door, asked my wife in, locked the doors and zoomed off....we eventually left the place around to 11pm.

It was a terrible experience but I deem it sharing for other car users to learn theses lessons:

1. Don't ever allow any stranger, no matter how sympathetic they seem, to offer you help, especially in Lagos traffic.

2. And in a situation where you unconsciously find yourself in this kind of mess,  always have your scary points, just like people have selling points, have something to scare people who want to extort you, just like I used being a clergy man, you can use anything else. It works!

3. Try to know your car, know basic faults and don't let anybody fool you.

Welcome to Lagos

Thanks for sharing.

Thank Jehovah you did not fall for their wick plan!

Thank God

izzou:
Lol

But dont try to use any scary points in places like Oshodi Isale or Adeniji Adele

Your scary points will just make empty bottles of Star and Trophy to fall on you

Thank God you and Iyawo are safe

hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe........ Trophy fall on you o..... star bottle fall on you o... 2by2 fall on you....coz of your scary point o eh... if I offendi you. if I offendi you o...oga sofly de break the bottle o... sofly dey break the bottle o! ( in davido's voice)

TPound:




hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe........ Trophy fall on you o..... star bottle fall on you o... 2by2 fall on you....coz of your scary point o eh... if I offendi you. if I offendi you o...oga sofly de break the bottle o... sofly dey break the bottle o! ( in davido's voice)

lol, scary points indeed

izzou:
Lol

But dont try to use any scary points in places like Oshodi Isale or Adeniji Adele

Your scary points will just make empty bottles of Star and Trophy to fall on you

Thank God you and Iyawo are safe

izzou:
Lol

But dont try to use any scary points in places like Oshodi Isale or Adeniji Adele

Your scary points will just make empty bottles of Star and Trophy to fall on you

Thank God you and Iyawo are safe

They are everywhere, in every state _looking for who to exploit, especially if you're clueless on basic car faults.

My car parked up yesterday, I foresaw it _but felt I could manage it for the day. While waiting for my mechanic, a Kazeem looking guy walked up to me.

Kazeem: (after staring at the engine, while shaking his head)Your engine done go o. We go need find towing truck.
Me: towing truck? For serpentine (fan) belt?
Kazeem: (obviously angry) So, you know say na belt? Why you come open bonnet, pose here? change am na.
Me: (closes bonnet)

I would learn how to change it ('cos I had a spare), hope it's not difficult. Mine happened in the afternoon though.

even ladies wey no get car go dey form say them get. the social media is a place to flaunt pseudo achievements.



i no mention name though.

That's why it's best to push to nearest building with night guard if you can't tow to mechanic workshop right away. You gotta tip the guard though.

PaperLace:
They are everywhere, in every state _looking for who to exploit, especially if you're clueless on basic car faults.

My car parked up yesterday, I foresaw it _but felt I could manage it for the day. While waiting for my mechanic, a Kazeem looking guy walked up to me.

Kazeem: (after staring at the engine, while shaking his head)Your engine done go o. We go need find towing truck.
Me: towing truck? For serpentine (fan) belt?
Kazeem: (obviously angry) So, you know say na belt? Why you come open bonnet, pose here? change am na.
Me: (closes bonnet)

I would learn how to change it ('cos I had a spare), hope it's not difficult. Mine happened in the afternoon though.

PaperLace:
They are everywhere, in every state _looking for who to exploit, especially if you're clueless on basic car faults.

My car parked up yesterday, I foresaw it _but felt I could manage it for the day. While waiting for my mechanic, a Kazeem looking guy walked up to me.

Kazeem: (after staring at the engine, while shaking his head)Your engine done go o. We go need find towing truck.
Me: towing truck? For serpentine (fan) belt?
Kazeem: (obviously angry) So, you know say na belt? Why you come open bonnet, pose here? change am na.
Me: (closes bonnet)

I would learn how to change it ('cos I had a spare), hope it's not difficult. Mine happened in the afternoon though.

No society can move forward with this level of wickedness. Swindling an helpless couple?

Some in ago while seated in the front passenger seat of a running car waiting in the usual gridlock traffic for the green light at one of the few functioning traffic lights in Lagos , I caught a fleeting glimpse via the outside rear-view wing-mirror, of someone ducking quickly under the rear end of our car. I leaped out of the passenger door, and ran to the back of the vehicle where a man was on the ground doing SOMETHING to the car.

I addressed the tattered trousers of the man lying under my car, since that was all of him that was visible, and demanded an explanation for his presence there. As quickly as he had positioned himself under the car, the man emerged and took to his heels. I had covered less that ten yards chasing the professional car saboteur, when my sprint was cut short by a loud threat issued from several accomplices of the man who I so foolishly attempted to chase.

I doubled back to the car, and ruined my clothes lying under the fuel tank in the street, removing the Bic Biro (ballpoint) pen-cover that had been installed in seconds by the man who just fled, as a means of stopping the tell-tale fuel leakage from the the swiftly disconnected fuel supply pipe to the engine, at its connection point on the fuel tank. Had I not taken the trouble to get under that car in the middle of a filthy Lagos street, and re-connect the fuel pipe, our car would have driven for fifty yards or less, before running out of petrol and spluttering to a halt, at which point the waiting gang of "Good Samaritans" would have showed up to properly disable the car, and then offer to "fix" it, at enormous cost that one could only have hoped would have been in monetary terms alone.

Lagos is for the quick, and the dead.

Na wa o

Jakumo:
Some in ago while seated in the front passenger seat of a running car waiting in the usual gridlock traffic for the green light at one of the few functioning traffic lights in Lagos , I caught a fleeting glimpse via the outside rear-view wing-mirror, of someone ducking quickly under the rear end of our car. I leaped out of the passenger door, and ran to the back of the vehicle where a man was on the ground doing SOMETHING to the car.

I addressed the tattered trousers of the man lying under my car, since that was all of him that was visible, and demanded an explanation for his presence there. As quickly as he had positioned himself under the car, the man emerged and took to his heels. I had covered less that ten yards chasing the professional car saboteur, when my sprint was cut short by a loud threat issued from several accomplices of the man who I so foolishly attempted to chase.

I doubled back to the car, and ruined my clothes lying under the fuel tank in the street, removing the Bic Biro (ballpoint) pen-cover that had been installed in seconds by the man who just fled, as a means of stopping the tell-tale fuel leakage from the the swiftly disconnected fuel supply pipe to the engine, at its connection point on the fuel tank. Had I not taken the trouble to get under that car in the middle of a filthy Lagos street, and re-connect the fuel pipe, our car would have driven for fifty yards or less, before running out of petrol and spluttering to a halt, at which point the waiting gang of "Good Samaritans" would have showed up to properly disable the car, and then offer to "fix" it, at enormous cost that one could only have hoped would have been in monetary terms alone.

Lagos is for the quick, and the dead.

What!