I had just got off work, a little bit earlier than the supposed closing time. I had to get home, get well rested, and also prepare for my journey to the village the next day. You see, my Granny had just passed away recently, and i was in mourning you see. So with my Ren Pin shades on, looking like a million bucks( even though i had just 3k to my name)i stood by the side of the road trying to get a cab that will take me home direct.
After standing for some 5 minutes, i finally got a cab. There was a man standing next to me who was trying to get a cab to another direction, and when i got into the cab, i noticed that he had climbed right in with me. I wondered why he was doing that since i was headed towards Marian Road, and he said he is going to the Stadium which is located at the Highway, that was when he told the cab driver he was going to alight at Efio-Ette, and then get a cab from there directly to his destination. I wondered once again why he didn’t just cross the road when we were at the Mary Slessor roundabout to get a cab heading towards the Stadium..,i shrugged it off saying it was none of my business how a drunk man choose to get home.
As I was the first to get into the cab, I got to sit by the door, which left the man sitting next to me, another woman was by his right, there by putting him in between us,a girl sat in front. The cab driver took off, not long after, the man next to me dug into his pocket and pulled out his mobile phone, scrolled to a name on his contacts and made a call….asking a certain someone if he is at home(at 8 miles), he said he was on his way, he sounded very pissed and angry.., the stench of alcohol was all over him, it reeked from his mouth while he was talking.., it was so much that i was temporary dizzy…yes…i was, a little bit, because am not much of a drinker you see..,and a little bit of alcohol gets me over the edge, just two sips of it and i get light headed. But not to stray far from the story., the man was angry…and he started narrating in detail what got him so pissed off.
It seemed he just got laid off work from what he was saying, he wasn’t at work the previous day due to the fact that he lost his dad., then when he got to work today.., seems his boss was mad about him not showing up the previous day, i guess a fight occurred and he got kicked off. All this i got from the bits and pieces of the story he was telling…he pulled out his license and showed it to me, that was when i knew he was a driver at Cross Lines, and also that he is an “Agboro” translate to proper English…he is a taut, moto park ruffian.., etc. It was then i took a good look at him…, his shirt was old and sweat stained, it showed on his shirt, from the collar and neck of his shirt,arm pits, down to his arms, he wore an “Aboki” (cheap) glasses, his shoes were dusty and worn, from the side of his glasses i could see his eyes where glazed from the effect of the excess alcohol he had consumed.
While i was busy accessing him i noticed he was saying something, so i tuned back in to listen to him and was shocked by what he had to say…he was proposing to pay the transport fare of everyone in the cab at that moment….while my mouth was still shaped in a perfect “O” surprise, and the brows of others was raised, the drunk man proceeded to bring out his wallet..which was stacked neatly with One Thousand Naira notes (Yes i checked cos we were all curious) , brought out one of the notes and gave to the cab driver, just as the girl in the passenger seat was about to pay her fare…..yes yes i know…we should have stopped him since he was drunk…but we all know how drunk people behave, so none of us said anything. Instead we said our thanks.., he responded by saying we should pray for him…strange huh? Anyways…he said he was going to 8 Miles, and my bus stop was before his, so when i reached my destination, I said my thanks once again, and alighted from the cab, leaving him mumbling angrily to himself.