BE MY LOSTIE

EPISODE EIGHT

There was a popular saying - "with success comes an ever-growing burden of responsibility".
I believed it, only that in my case I hadn't attained enough success. Much more than I wanted to.

The only one I could think of was that I graduated third best student in the faculty of Engineering science and Technology- department of geology.

I was proud of it, yes I was and as so was mum. She was my mentor.
She too was successful owing to number of awards she'd bagged.

If I could live off on her success, I would still have enough to last me a life time because eventually, I was all she got and she was all I had.
But I wanted more than anything to write my own success story. And I would.

Âpproximately twenty or more hours was what it took to get here, considering each routes and directions.
There was no direct flight between Calgary, Alberta and Lagos city.

       One have to fly via London or Amsterdam - usual way to fly to most of Central and South African cities too, according to what the flight routes and report I'd surfed said depending on ones connections.
My route connections was Lagos Nigeria. Here I was. Stuck in traffic.

The steady horn of the near-by cars slowly opened my eyes.
I must have dozed off.
The jet lag had finally gotten hold of me. The digital clock in the car made me realise that almost five hours had passed by. I was bored.

I was almost pushed to curse, wondering how long it would take to get to Festac from Ikeja as i eased off what seemed like a blurry log in my eyes.

I shadowed my gaze towards her. The lady-cab-man.
I could feel my senses twitch a smile as it registered to me what reality was, I was being driven by a lady.

"I wonder how much more surprises I would confront in this city" I thought.

She looked mean, focused, cold, untiring and unshakeable.
Her mood seeming so unfriendly
She must really be a strong lady to have lasted those hours without feeling dizzy. She had opened up a while ago as the memories of our conservation played.

" name is Seyitan"

"you from Lagos?"

" not exactly... Was brought up here but my Dad's from Ado-Ekiti"

"wow... only if I knew where that is ... well nice to meet you Seyitan"

"Same here Sir, how long have you been away?"

" well... Its kinda complicated, I was born here though, but I left with my parent when I was little"

"I totally understand sir, well welcome back to your root" she said as she spinned the steering almost as good as James Bond auto.

" So you know Lagos City very well?"

I could see her smirk as she folded it with a smile... "I know the city well enough to get you anywhere you want to go sir"

"alright then, let's get to the phone store first"
I was expecting a response but I was disappointed.
She quickly adjusted her face cap with one right hand seeming so not in the mood.

" are there other female taxi-drivers in this city or just..."

"there are only three of us in the city... Seems you're the inquisitive type sir?" she cut me off adding with a speedy glance at me.

"well for one, I like to know things- so yes you can say am the inquisitive type... And please my name is Kevin not Sir... alright?"

"I didn't ask for your name though, but its a cool name "... She said as the gesture of the cool sign widened my eyes, bringing her hand back to the steering.