"As a taxi driver, the people l fear most on the road are Yahoo boys!
I give then a great gap to avoid my rickety and jalopy car scratching theirs
Or what would you expect me to do if this my rickety old car that is not more than twenty thousand naira should scratch a venza or an SUV which only its mirror cost a million naira?
To avoid been beaten up and thrown into police cell, l give Yahoo boys' cars a distance.
But Now, Ogogoro Has Taken Over His Senses Of Reasoning After Taken Some Bottles Of Alcohol aka Ogogoro.
He had a head on collusion with what he believed was an SUV driven by a Yahoo boy. He just regained consciousness at the hospital but still heavily drunk.
DOCTOR: Oh, thank God, you are back to life; Mr.
MR PHILIPS: Oga doctor, nor be grammar l want to hear O.
Where the Yahoo boy wey me with am jam each other?
I nor want am to tell me anyhow story..
Na new motor naim l want nor be to repair this one?
Where the boy?
I never see am since l wake up.
DOCTOR: Mr, just calm down. You just revived and you don't need to talk that much.
Look, over there are the people who rushed you down half dead. They said you ran into a NEPA pole by the road side.
MR PHILIPS: Look, look, look Oga doctor. Nor tell me dat word O.
You tink say l nor know wetin l dey do?
I see the Yahoo boy Venza face to face before l deliberately jam am make he buy me a new car O.
Wetin come concern NEPA pole with Yahoo boy?
THOSE WHO RUSHED HIM DOWN AFTER THE ACCIDENT:
Oga taxi driver. Na we rush you come dis hospital.
If you see the electric pole wey you jam break, no be small.
And NEPA officials don come here when you never wake up.
Dem say you go buy new pole for dem or dem go arrest you. Thank God say you save.
Your motor pressed together like can beer cup.
Beyond repairs.
MR PHILIPS: Oga, doctor. It is either you give me a deadly injection to die now or l go drink acid.
This Ogogoro wey l drink, naim deceived me.
I come mistake NEPA POLE for Yahoo boy Venza.
I don die. The small jalopy car wey l still dey take manage, naim l don go destroy.
I go die O
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