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That Taxi Driver From Ilorin by todyms: 7:50pm On Mar 12, 2016 |
(Camera rolling, I walk up to the set, sit down in
the best posture I can think of, I think I am ready
but they have to do the usual “3.2.1-action!” cue
they give)
Lol, if you read that just pretend as if you did not,
it has nothing to do with the experience I'm about to
share, it is not even a true sometin, it is only for
effect. But here goes the real story:
I have been seeing this not too rickety not too
cool vehicle around the area for quite sometime
now, I was really interested in hitching a ride in it
but as it was I kept missing the opportunity to. I
was driving a Professor to his house one
afternoon last week or thereabouts when I drove
past that same taxi again, my inquisition
hormones raced and I just wanted to stop the car
but I dared not. So I kept on wondering what
circumstance(s) could have led to the situation, I
mean this driver was different from all other taxi
drivers I ever seen although in some other parts
of the country it may not be that surprising. I just
kept wondering and pondering (Up Nepa! Let me
plug my phones – yes I have two phones because
one cannot depend on one network provider-
before electricity is shut down again. It has been
7 days, 12 hours, 55 minutes and 16 seconds
since we last say the bulb lit up in our area) |
Re: That Taxi Driver From Ilorin by todyms: 7:52pm On Mar 12, 2016 |
So, it all happened this morning, I never even
experrerit, it just so happened that I was running
late after having told my friend I will arrive very
early to the office today, I was in a hurry to get a
cab and just get to the office before I start
receiving all those “Hey! Where are you?!” calls.
The taxis parked were not my taste so I strolled a
little further to thumb down any Behind cab that
won’t waste my precious time. Well, I waited for
quite a long time but the taxi I was waiting for
did not show up so I gave up and decided to join
any cab going my way.
Just after I made that decision came The Taxi I
had been eyeing to ride for a number of weeks,
the driver called out my destination and kiakia I
thumbed it down. I had to share the sit with some
set of iron rods but still I did not mind. I fixed my
gaze on the driver and the person sitting in the
front seat. What a marvel it was for me but then I
had to compose and just observe. As we
journeyed on, there was never a time the driver
stopped talking with the other person, we were
three in the taxi but I did not utter a single word
out loud; I was talking to myself. At first I
thought of just asking how the whole thing
started but then I thought again to hold my
tongue, I did just that anyway. |
Re: That Taxi Driver From Ilorin by todyms: 7:54pm On Mar 12, 2016 |
A zillion thoughts were racing through my mind,
and at the same time I was moved to celebrate
this driver. I was moved to pity, I was moved to
compassion, I was not moved to tears though. I
saw a driver who defied all the odds and broke
every single rule they have made to make the job
worthless.
As she spoke with the driver, I wanted to clap my
hands and say “Oh dear driver, you are the real
MVP” but I just had to wait till the end. Every
time the driver greeted another road user, I would
look into the face of that person just to catch
every detail of the expressions of shock, then
fascination then appreciation. But this driver was
just being in a natural mode, and I could not
cause any embarrassment. But here is what really
humbled me most in the conversation of the
driver and the other person and I will quote it:
Driver: Please do not seat like that!
Semilore: But it is not bad!
Driver: Semilore, I have been telling you not to
seat like that but you won’t listen.You see as I
am working to making ends meet so I can feed
you and your sisters but you still want to incur
more expenses on my neck. I am warning you o. I
don’t know why I always bring you to work sef,
you do nothing but stress me the more.
Well, yes the driver of that taxi was the mother of
the young girl between the age 5-10 sitting in the
front seat. The driver of that taxi was a woman
who looked so far from being a woman, her body
was emaciated and her skin was looking worse
that mine as poor as I am. She’s obviously not
only the bread-winner of her home but also the
tea-provider. |
Re: That Taxi Driver From Ilorin by todyms: 7:55pm On Mar 12, 2016 |
Then I thought again to interview her and take
many pictures of her, spread it over the social
media, probably make another Olajumoke out of
her (who am I kidding, mesef dey wait make
person discover me) but then I thought again on
why I should attempt that. Was it because the
society has placed so much lowliness of the
woman-fold? was it because I have been
programmed to consider her job as a man’s job?
Would I have been so convinced to interview a
female professor or Engineer like that? Was I not
been gender-biased? Who even made these rules
that govern our society? Is a woman not allowed
to be independent?
As these thoughts and many more rushed through
my mind, I looked up at the driver (we already
had more passengers in the taxi now) she was
arguing with one “upcoming Alfa” on the state of
the nation. As I looked at her, I saw a fighter, I
saw a real African mother, I saw a caring mother,
I saw a selfless parent, I saw a body frame that
has gone through the low depths of life, I saw a
light-skinned-turned-black hero, I saw hope.
I saw my mother, I saw my parents. I saw all
parents who struggle to make ends meet for
many of us who never even truly appreciate it.
(Camera stops rolling, I grab a bottle of Coca-
Cola and walk towards the window. I see the roof
of many houses stained and dirty. “When will the
rain wash them clean again?” I asked myself as I
drew the window blinds)
(c)theWackPoet2016 |
Re: That Taxi Driver From Ilorin by chimex38: 9:24pm On Dec 13, 2016 |
interesting writeup..dnt relent cus noone commented
do ur fing. |
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