Marilyn grunts. "Abeg, stop me here jor", she madly replies. "You speak Pidgin?", he questions. Marilyn hisses the Nigerian way as she gets out of the car. "Joseph-wannabe!", she shouts. "At least I'd rather be a Joseph-wannabe than find myself held blameworthy for the creation of a hopeless baby with no appropriate shelter or bona fide immediate family so good bye madam", he ripostes. Marilyn quickly walks away but Benjamin catches up with her. "When madam, my remittance", he says with a grin on his face. "What payment?", she asks with a confused look on her face. "We've gone 25 kilometers which is equivalent to umm... twenty-two dollars, I mean quid; comma, I've lost my initial customer aanndd I need to fill this bad boy up thanks to your fuel-sapping powers", he answers. "Ummm...", she says as she takes to her heels. "Daughters of bastards", he says in a cogent Australian accent. "I just wanted to come", she mutters while still running away. Marilyn staggers but regains her footing to continue her vague getaway sprint. "SAY NO TO SEXUAL PROMISCUITY", Ben squaked as the story ends.
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Uber Me
Short StoryA lass looking for 'personal gain' meets an Uber driver with fervent moral ethics. Will he give in to her beddable gesticulations and beguiling locutions, or perpetuate his rectitude? Ascertain in this sublime novel
