Hello, my name is ‘Folabi, i drive a

cab for a living. Don’t worry am

not an illiterate,i finished from

OOU. I studied psychology, came

out with a 2.2 and dont insult my

school, not unless you want an

ass-whopping. If you finished

from OOU of recent, you will

notice the tiring and unyielding

process of getting a certificate

out. I was meant to start a nice

decent white collar job but for

the most part of it, It didn’t

happen.

My folks stay in Abeokuta, but as

a rebellious child that I am, I left

home for school in Ijebu Igbo

and never went back to

Abeokuta asides on visits during

the holidays. My father is exactly

my biggest fan because I

changed universities a couple of

time due to cult wahala.

Moving on, after finishing in

school, I moved to lagos with or

without my parent’s blessing. Not

my first time in lagos anyway,

during school I followed a cult

squad to bust a guy in lagos,I

was the driver, it kinda felt like

Jason Statham for a bit. I love

driving thats one of my hobbies, i

have driven all sorts of cars, I

was the designated drunk driver

for my group, alot of my friends

felt safe anytime I drive. The first

few months in lagos without a

job was crazy.

I am managing a minimal

accommodation with a friend at

Fola Agoro, been a good homely

boy that I am, my friend’s uncle

owns a private cab company. He

gave me a cab to manage for

him. I was grateful because I was

sick and tired of all the sitting at

home, doing nothing and

chasing neighborhood girls and

bored house wives.

I have been doing this for quite

sometime now, friday nights are

the craziest nights and fun of all,

taxi drivers see all sorts of things

on that night, things that make

the male member jerk in my

trousers with all the indecent

dressings and some of them

changing into outrageous outfits

in the cab, they dont usually mind

me peeking at them through my

rear-view mirror.

Last friday night started like the

usual one, I had already picked

and dropped some ladies on the

island. Ladies can like to price

cabs despite that my own cab

has A.C.

How can you hope to take an A.C

cab to the island for N800? Hian!

I was driving around the town, it

was like 11pm. I drove to eCenter

at Sabo to chill a bit. Most people

who came to eCenter on fridays

usually move over to the island

for some more intense clubbing.

I was having an awesometime

looking at what daughters of Eve

wore the night.

Some times, I think i should

actually be clubbing and live my

life like some of these people but

the thing is I don’t have a

choice,I escaped pass in school

by whiskers, if I don’t fight for

my right to good life, no one will.

The simple fact that third class

isn’t classified as brilliant spurred

me to strive for more.

My cab was parked infront of e-

Center, when a girl stumbled out

of the entrance to the gate. Not

really stumbled, she almost

tripped, I looked over the floor

but nothing was there, parking

close to the exit of the building

allowed full view of everywhere.

She came over to the side of my

car, she knocked the window, I

pulled the window lever and it

came down slowly.

She opened her mouth and

alcohol oozed out of her breath,

“V.I,” she said

“Where in victoria island” I asked

“Megaplaza” she replied

“N3,000 ” I answered

She laughed gently, removed her

face and looked above my cab, as

she did that, her chest was in my

full view, her b0*obs were big, her

body tone was a problem, she

was almost white. Already in my

head, i could imagine how red

her n!*pples would be. How her

areo|a would be, her brazilian

hair was disturbing my view and

she re-adjusted and brought

back her face into the window.

“N2,000″ she bellowed with her

eyes shut.

“You seem like a nice girl, how

about N2,500″ i said in my fake

British accent which I acquired

from watching hundred of hours

of American TV shows…

She took herself back, surprised

with my accent, my favorite

accent is British accent.It just

rolls off the tongue differently,

very s3*xy.

She was definitely surprised that

I could speak fluent english. I

wasnt looking badly myself, I am

not ugly that I am sure of.

She got into the front seat and

that was when I was lost for a

second, her s3*xy thighs looked

like heaven. she flung her head

to the back totally oblivious of

the situation, she was stoned for

sure. She was high but quite

visible that she could still manage

herself. I was stealing glances at

her when she asked when we

would be leaving.

I told her I had to do check

something in the glove

compartment and then we

would be off in a second.

Her tanktop wasn’t helping

matters, imagine if Salma Hayek

or Sofia Vergara was wearing a

tanktop, that’s disaster for

everyone who would be walking

or driving.

The ignition came on, I wrote

some party jams into a cd at

home, I put it in and the first

song that came off it was M.I ft

Brymo- Action film.

The speakers in my car are the

ones to die for, I brought special

speakers myself and yanked out

the manufacturer’s own to put

mine in. She was brought back to

life with the upbeat song, music

animal.

We got talking, I asked why she

was going to Marquee.

“My friends are on the island.”

she replied

“You don’t party alone? How

about your boyfriend?” I

responded

“I broke up with my boyfriend

when I moved back in February”

she replied in American accent

She was responding to me with

her head back, trying to catch a

little sleep before she gets to

Marquee.

I was staring hopelessly and for

the sake of my life, I wasn’t

speeding, i was doing less than

80km/hr.

I was enjoying my selection of

music as my male member kept

pushing me to look into tanktop.

I ran into the smallest pothole I

saw, just to make sure the b0*0bs

fall out of the tanktop. It almost

fell off somewhere along 3rd

mainland as I swerved away

from one stupid driver who was

trying to overtake me, some part

of her areo|a showed.

She came back to life with that

swerve. She looked around,

almost like trying to recollect

where she was. she saw me, and

noticed my hard-on and totally

ignored. She opened her bag to

look for her phone, she brought

it out and no call had come in yet.

She was feeling uncomfortable at

her side, we were almost

entering into V.I, we got off the

bridge from the Muson Center

area. She slipped her hands into

her thighs, at this point, i was

losing it completely.

She m0*@ned out softly “I

seriously need a shag, this

alcohol isnt helping me at all”

Firstly, I wanted to believe this

wasn’t happening, that I was

merely imagining things… but

this is happening for real.

I wasn’t sure how to respond to

her proposition. I used all the

braveness in me, i summoned all

the strength i had in me and

gently placed my hands on her

laps. I was expecting all sorts of

insults to rain down from her

mouth, in fact, a slap would have

been appropriate but what

happened next baffled me more.

She did nothing!

This definitely was gonna be a

swell night, i had s3*x a couple of

nights ago but this one is

definitely gonna be spectacular.

I passed through Adeola

Odeku,looking for all the long

routes to the destination. I

thought of parking in one of the

deserted streets on the island

but she wasn’t even bulging, she

wasn’t stopping me. So, I moved

into her temple, my fingers

looking for the pleasure zone,

trying to locate her c|!toris

somewhere down there, pushing

ther panty aside, she was all wet

like a rainy morning. She let out a

small m0*an…..
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