Fuel Scarcity Palaver 😁
I boarded a Keke this evening and asked the rider how much it would cost to my destination.
"300 naira."
"300 naira kwa?" I queried, surprised. "Since when? No be 250 again?"
"The price of fuel increased," he said. "It's been 300 naira for a week now."
I thought it was reasonable, so I agreed to pay.
Soon, this pregnant girl flagged down the Keke and joined me. She didn't ask for the cost of transportation, and the rider didn't offer it to her.
At our destination, she gave the rider a 500 naira note and he tried to give her a 200 naira note in return.
"My change is 250 naira na, not 200 naira," she protested.
"No, ma, the rider said, "it's 200 naira. It's 300 naira from XYZ to here."
"Na lie!" the girl screamed. "The place I just went to this afternoon and paid 250 naira. Is yours different? Abeg, give me my 250 naira balance."
"Madam, it's 300 naira from there to here," the rider insisted. "You can ask anyone. I'm not lyi—"
Before he could finish, the girl grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the Keke.
"Give me my 250 naira change! Give me my 250 naira change!" she screamed.
The rider tried to remove her hand from his shirt, but she retaliated by pushing him.
As he was about to push her back in anger, I jumped in and held him back.
"Oga, please don't push her," I begged.
"Why will she push me like that?" he barked.
"Ignore her," I said. "If you push her back now, she might fall and lose her baby. You can see she's pregnant."
"I'm not pregnant, please," the girl said from behind me.
"You're not?" I asked, and turned in surprise.
"No," she answered. "Why would you even say that?"
Me: looking down to her stomach 👁️ 👄 👁️
Her:
"300 naira."
"300 naira kwa?" I queried, surprised. "Since when? No be 250 again?"
"The price of fuel increased," he said. "It's been 300 naira for a week now."
I thought it was reasonable, so I agreed to pay.
Soon, this pregnant girl flagged down the Keke and joined me. She didn't ask for the cost of transportation, and the rider didn't offer it to her.
At our destination, she gave the rider a 500 naira note and he tried to give her a 200 naira note in return.
"My change is 250 naira na, not 200 naira," she protested.
"No, ma, the rider said, "it's 200 naira. It's 300 naira from XYZ to here."
"Na lie!" the girl screamed. "The place I just went to this afternoon and paid 250 naira. Is yours different? Abeg, give me my 250 naira balance."
"Madam, it's 300 naira from there to here," the rider insisted. "You can ask anyone. I'm not lyi—"
Before he could finish, the girl grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and yanked him out of the Keke.
"Give me my 250 naira change! Give me my 250 naira change!" she screamed.
The rider tried to remove her hand from his shirt, but she retaliated by pushing him.
As he was about to push her back in anger, I jumped in and held him back.
"Oga, please don't push her," I begged.
"Why will she push me like that?" he barked.
"Ignore her," I said. "If you push her back now, she might fall and lose her baby. You can see she's pregnant."
"I'm not pregnant, please," the girl said from behind me.
"You're not?" I asked, and turned in surprise.
"No," she answered. "Why would you even say that?"
Me: looking down to her stomach 👁️ 👄 👁️
Her:
