I always like entering okada. I dont know if it is because I enjoy it or because I hate traffic with a passion. Or maybe it’s because of the frequent, long stops that buses make at almost every bus stop. I’ve even told my friends that at this rate, I might even buy an okada before I buy a car. But then again, that might be poverty speaking.
I don’t understand why people make it seem like you’re a weakling if you hold the okada seat while on it. Because I know that most of the riders act like they have catarrh in their brains. Worse still, there is no seatbelt in case of anything and I don’t even have the strength to get injured.
Well, one day i decided i would try to live the big boy life and ride handsfree on okada. A lotta people used okada that day because of traffic. We then got to an area where the road was terrible. It was a rough ride. My nuts kept slamming against the seat of the bike (I made a mental note to do a recount when I got down). Also, I think these okada riders might have reproductive issues cause damn…
Suddenly, the bike in front of me just hit a gallop on the road and the guy sitting at the back bounced off and fell on the floor. He was carrying a bag which fell on top of him also. The crazy part was that the tyre of my bike stopped very close to his head. It was too mad. People came and started asking the guy why he didn’t hold the bike seat smh. Luckily, he wasn’t hurt.
It was after we had gone a distance from that place I realised that my arms were around the okada man’s waist 😭😭. Since then, I have been holding the okada seat. If you like, laugh, I no get shame. I still love entering bikes though. Well, as long as the traffic situation remains the same in Lagos. I still have some more bike stories but I don’t want to bore you with too much talk. Maybe in future posts😊.
Hope y’all enjoyed reading😁
Drinker with a writing problem.