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It was my first week working as an Uber driver in Lagos, and I had no idea that one particular trip would leave me speechless long after it ended.

I was somewhere around the Lekki axis when I received a ride request from a lady. When I arrived at the pickup point, I noticed a man escorting her out of an apartment building. At first, everything seemed normal, but within seconds, a heated argument broke out.

They were dragging over money.

The lady insisted that the payment was incomplete, while the man argued that he had already given her enough. Their voices grew louder, and it became obvious that there was more to the story than I understood. Still, it wasn't my place to interfere, so I simply waited.

Eventually, she entered the car, and we began the long journey toward the mainland.

As we drove, she couldn't stop talking about the money.

Her frustration filled the car.

"This is the third day I've been with him and his friends," she complained. "After everything, he couldn't even give me enough money. He didn't even consider my transport fare."

I remained silent, focusing on the road.

A few minutes later, I noticed through my mirror that she was changing into more modest clothing. I assumed she was heading home and didn't want anyone to recognize the life she had been living.

Then came a moment I never expected.

She suddenly asked if she could "pay in kind" instead of paying the fare.

For a second, I thought I had misheard her.

When I asked what she meant, she casually explained that another driver had accepted such an arrangement before.

I immediately declined.

I told her politely but firmly that I only wanted my fare.

She smiled, took her time getting dressed, and occasionally looked at me as though expecting me to change my mind.

But I didn't.

As we approached her destination, she returned to complaining about the money she had received. She kept saying it wasn't worth everything she had gone through and that she would need to call the man later to demand the balance.

When we arrived, she made a phone call.

Moments later, a man emerged from the house carrying a little child.

The child ran toward her with excitement.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

The woman suddenly transformed.

The same tired, frustrated passenger instantly became a loving mother.

I watched quietly as she stepped out of the vehicle and slowly walked toward them.

Curious, I struck up a light conversation with the man while waiting for my payment.

Trying to joke around, I smiled and said,

"Boss, is that your sister? She's beautiful."

The man laughed.

Then he replied with words that completely stunned me.

"My sister? That's my wife."

I froze.

"My wife," he repeated. "We've been married for three years."

My heart skipped.

He went on to explain that she had travelled for work and had just returned. He even mentioned that he was the one who advised her to take an Uber because she would likely be exhausted from the journey.

As he spoke, I looked toward the woman playing with her child.

Everything suddenly felt surreal.

The entire trip replayed in my mind like a movie.

The argument.

The complaints.

The proposition.

The child calling her "Mummy."

The husband proudly calling her "My wife."

That day, I learned a lesson I will never forget:

You can spend hours with someone and still know absolutely nothing about the life they live behind closed doors.

People carry secrets, struggles, and double lives that are often invisible to the world.

And sometimes, the most shocking stories are hidden behind the most ordinary faces.

That’s wild bro..That means the guys were running train on her for 3days..

With how the country is right now, I don't even have the strength to judge anybody again Make everybody just dey run their package and face whatever comes out of it.

​Besides, she is not even as deadly as all these secondary school boys glorifying yahoo-plus and ritual killings everywhere.

Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

Why are you stressing yourself?
What if the man knows and encourages her to do the hook up business?
See greed can drive people to crazy things...I have a bank manager in my area, a him dey plan trip for him wife to go so called business trip with rich politicians for dubai...the day e kast,everybody was shocked when it was in the open that the so called husband supports the wife to sleep with other wealthy men...

So bros,just leave married people oo..everybody with him style and formula

Another day
Another touching story that never happened

Nothing saying that people are not wild but this your story is a big fat lie- Madrid Women who cheat and are into olosho like you said don’t take one direct ride from their hook up point to their matrimonial home.

It’s usually to an eatery or office building first then another trip home- if you hav been in Lagos long enough you will know this.

Mind your own business

TylerForbes:
With how the country is right now, I don't even have the strength to judge anybody again Make everybody just dey run their package and face whatever comes out of it.

​Besides, she is not even as deadly as all these secondary school boys glorifying yahoo-plus and ritual killings everywhere.

She is as deadly as those boys, if they tell you the statistics if deadly STIs prostitutes spread you will hold your hands and keep quiet. The number of people dying because of deadly STIs isn't even compared to the number dying from yahoo boys.

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

Fake story or not, this is happening for real

I nearly made the mistake of sleeping with one. The stretch marks in her breast and stomach raised my curiosity and eventually saved me.

Did you just wake up? We call them coded distributors

Dzzzz:
That’s wild bro..That means the guys were running train on her for 3days..

Yes. While pretending a business trip

That's a sad reality to take seriously. Weird, bizarre phenomenon keep happening every seconds of the time.

It's common in cities, especially those that are feeding their husbands e.g corporate working women.

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

Not to mention the driver asking the husband if she was his sister, and the husband saying she is my wife, she travelled for work, yen yen yen. Very silly fake story

TylerForbes:
With how the country is right now, I don't even have the strength to judge anybody again Make everybody just dey run their package and face whatever comes out of it.

​Besides, she is not even as deadly as all these secondary school boys glorifying yahoo-plus and ritual killings everywhere.

U c dis bro, d best writeup... That's just it....

Just to add to it... Everyone is responsible for their actions n consequences. They beg, complain or seek pity wen it happens...

Actions n consequences

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

True story, n it must be Lagos, saying this cos I be seen n heard worse...

I base in lag, not stereotyping ooo, it's common with d younger yoruba women..

U don't understand ladies at all, dey want everything, a good looking guy, fair, chocolate, well built, tall, rich, intelligent, faithful, non smoker, no woman beater, no anger issues, holy, tolerant, forgiving, ready to die for dem, has bad boy character, vocal, rugged, controllable n all...

Which man get all these character on earth.

So they marry d young one dat is still finding his feet, n cheat on him with d rich bad one to feed him... They can't just chose,, dey want it all...

Some will tell u dey can't marry a rich man in his 70's, but will cheat on d young fresh one with same rich man...

That's y u see guys with money treating dem like trash, make money ooo, so u can move on whenever u like.. So u nor go come online come cry say u invest ur life on her n u don't no where to start from...

It's almost impossible for a rich guy to find true love ooo, cos u can get any gal u want, ask urself if doz gals would love u if u had nothing...

ExudeLoveToAll:
She is as deadly as those boys, if they tell you the statistics if deadly STIs prostitutes spread you will hold your hands and keep quiet. The number of people dying because of deadly STIs isn't even compared to the number dying from yahoo boys.

Can I disagree with ur point

U av a choice with prostitutes, na u decide to Bleep, nobody force u, it was ur choice..

But d others like yahoo ritual, robbery, kidnapping,,, it's not by choice. Them go just kpai u without ur consent...

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

It was the Uber driver that narrated the story on tiktok...

Cook and fry story

That's what makes marriage scary.. the ordinary and innocent faces you assume you know can keep double lives and you won't suspect a thing.
BTW, it goes both ways.. it could be male (husbands) or female (wives) living double lives.

@OP Don't be shocked that the woman allowed those guys go raw on her for the three days.. the innocent husband would be at home now, eager to knack his wife not knowing he is at risk.

AdisGlobal01:
It was my first week working as an Uber driver in Lagos, and I had no idea that one particular trip would leave me speechless long after it ended.

I was somewhere around the Lekki axis when I received a ride request from a lady. When I arrived at the pickup point, I noticed a man escorting her out of an apartment building. At first, everything seemed normal, but within seconds, a heated argument broke out.

They were dragging over money.

The lady insisted that the payment was incomplete, while the man argued that he had already given her enough. Their voices grew louder, and it became obvious that there was more to the story than I understood. Still, it wasn't my place to interfere, so I simply waited.

Eventually, she entered the car, and we began the long journey toward the mainland.

As we drove, she couldn't stop talking about the money.

Her frustration filled the car.

"This is the third day I've been with him and his friends," she complained. "After everything, he couldn't even give me enough money. He didn't even consider my transport fare."

I remained silent, focusing on the road.

A few minutes later, I noticed through my mirror that she was changing into more modest clothing. I assumed she was heading home and didn't want anyone to recognize the life she had been living.

Then came a moment I never expected.

She suddenly asked if she could "pay in kind" instead of paying the fare.

For a second, I thought I had misheard her.

When I asked what she meant, she casually explained that another driver had accepted such an arrangement before.

I immediately declined.

I told her politely but firmly that I only wanted my fare.

She smiled, took her time getting dressed, and occasionally looked at me as though expecting me to change my mind.

But I didn't.

As we approached her destination, she returned to complaining about the money she had received. She kept saying it wasn't worth everything she had gone through and that she would need to call the man later to demand the balance.

When we arrived, she made a phone call.

Moments later, a man emerged from the house carrying a little child.

The child ran toward her with excitement.

"Mummy! Mummy!"

The woman suddenly transformed.

The same tired, frustrated passenger instantly became a loving mother.

I watched quietly as she stepped out of the vehicle and slowly walked toward them.

Curious, I struck up a light conversation with the man while waiting for my payment.

Trying to joke around, I smiled and said,

"Boss, is that your sister? She's beautiful."

The man laughed.

Then he replied with words that completely stunned me.

"My sister? That's my wife."

I froze.

"My wife," he repeated. "We've been married for three years."

My heart skipped.

He went on to explain that she had travelled for work and had just returned. He even mentioned that he was the one who advised her to take an Uber because she would likely be exhausted from the journey.

As he spoke, I looked toward the woman playing with her child.

Everything suddenly felt surreal.

The entire trip replayed in my mind like a movie.

The argument.

The complaints.

The proposition.

The child calling her "Mummy."

The husband proudly calling her "My wife."

That day, I learned a lesson I will never forget:

You can spend hours with someone and still know absolutely nothing about the life they live behind closed doors.

People carry secrets, struggles, and double lives that are often invisible to the world.

And sometimes, the most shocking stories are hidden behind the most ordinary faces.

And when a man talks or complains about his wife, she calls him an insecured man.

Day lie dey go.
So a woman will leave a driver that knows where she's coming from with her husband.

If you see any hookup girl, she’s either somebody’s girlfriend/fiancee/wife/..

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

Fabricated nonsense...the woman won't allow him to engage her man .
She will make payment before arrival and stop few houses away before her house

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

You may be right but I was a bolt Driver in Jos.
Fear who know fear that gender. I took a married woman around 10pm whose child had a running temperature to sleep over at a lovers place. She was telling the house girl to take care of the boy. Still picked her up by 4:30am back to her house.

Gist with night drivers and you will understand how dirty the game is 🤷🏿.

Because you never experience am no mean say e never happened....

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

Story has more logical leaks than a basket of cocoyam ...call husband to come out for what exactly ..you never me tinned she carried a bag or branch market buy yam. If she hailed the Uber she must have finished her settlement argument than wait for you to come first, she complained to you of being gang banged, went on to proposition you to enter same hole that has been rammed for 3 days straight..
Very appealing ...and lastly wanted to make you jealous of what you missed out on by proceeding to call her hubby out? James hardly chase couldn't have written better

If you know you know.

As a man you shouldn't end up with a loose woman or you will regret it.

Kobicove:
Fake story - so you expect me to believe that a married woman doing olosho would ask her husband to come meet her outside in the presence of the driver who had just seen her leaving the home of a client?

Abeg make una dey lie with common sense

It's happening and I have seen same thing with my eyes.

As a new uber driver those things will excite you...in a long run na normal thing. You go see alot of weird stuffs especially from the female clients.
Back when I drove for Uber three years ago, I had a similar experience with a client. This particular woman wasn’t into hook up, but from her phone conversations and the place I picked her up, she was a sex freak with different sexual partners.
When we arrived at her house, I was surprised, it was a beautiful home. I saw an old schoolmate walking out of the same compound. Turns out she was married to his brother....Or the married woman who kept pretending to make a call about some kilishi her friend supposedly brought from Abuja. She said she was going to meet the friend at a hotel. When we got there, it turned out the ‘friend’ was actually a sugar daddy who couldn’t show up openly. They picked a quiet hotel for their meet-up. Before she got out, she asked if I could come back in three hours to pick her up. Omo, the things you see and hear on this job can tire you.

Naso, she might even be the bread winner of the family