I need a car; a beautiful black Toyota Venza, to be exact. Let’s all start saving towards this, okay? Great!
So yeah, today I want to talk about the things that pepper my body in public transportation. I think the word is pet peeves. Yes, my public transportation pet peeves. Oya put on your seat belt
- “Oba awon Oba” drivers (king of kings): These kind don’t know that it is market they are selling. They will bring their “oga pata pata” character from their houses to the road. They never have change to give you. They can’t even negotiate price with you (you’d think they have ghana-must-gos filled with money in their houses. They won’t reverse to pick you up, or do anything at all that doesn’t serve their ego. I avoid these ones, you can’t be prouder than me on top my money!!
2. Master of the universe passengers:
Me: Sir, please remove your hand.
Him: Ah ah, is my hand touching you? Can’t hand touch you?
I don’t cry or pray for him to die (even though it’s the only thing on my mind), I just stop resting my back against the seat because I like the smell of my own perfume.
Sorry, what was I saying? Ah yes, so they speak so loudly on the phone that even the music from your ear phones can’t drown out their voices. Woe unto you if they’re seated directly behind you, because you may get to your destination drenched in saliva and… Aaargh!!!