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Memoirs of A Searching Lagos Lady 6


The occupant of the vehicle walked up to my window and was apologizing. I wound down, opened my car door and walked to the back to see the damage without even acknowledging him. My booth was badly dented but thankfully, none of the lights were affected. I have never been someone who raises my voice when I am pissed or seriously angry. I seethe. I just got into my car and moved it out of the road for other motorists to pass. He drove behind me and was still apologizing seriously. When I looked at his own car, my anger subsided a little. His two lights were broken and his bonnet was bashed in. This felt like my guardian angels were on active duty because he had more damage than I did.

“I am so sorry. Please say something to me let me know what is on your mind,” he said.

“I just want my car fixed”, was all I could say.

“There is no problem with that. Maybe we should drive to my mechanic’s so you will drop off your vehicle and once they are done with the repairs, you will come pick it up”.

“How do I get back to my place?”

“I Will call a friend to come drop you off.”

“Oh. Now, I get it. You people are looking for who to kidnap, right? That was why you bashed my car so that your friend will come pick me up and then take me to where you people are doing your rituals?”

“Oh my God, I did not want it to come out that way. Okay, here is what we will do, we will drop your car off at the mechanic’s. You will hail a cab by yourself and I will pay for it. Is that okay?”

I nodded, “take the lead and I will follow you”.

This happened around Law School bus stop and we drove towards CMS where we met his Mechanic who laid on the floor to greet him,

“Oga, na you drive today? What of Oga Kunle?”

“Kunle go im village. Abeg, I bash this sister car for road. I wan make you help me fix am. When e go dey ready for her to come carry am?”

The mechanic walked round the vehicle, checked some things and said it will be ready by Thursday. I hissed and complained that I will have to pay for public transport till then and my “basher” asked where I stay. I eyed him and told him I do not tell strangers where I stay.

“I was just asking to know if I can send my driver to pick you to work and back till Thursday”.

“Don’t worry, I will sort myself out. Just get the car ready by Thursday”.

“Actually, I was wondering if we could spray the car over before you take it. Ahmed, if we are going to spray the car, when will it be ready?”

“Na Saturday e go ready, oga”

He turned to me, “Can you hold till then? Oh and will you need to use another colour?”

I sighed, “There is no need for the respraying. He should just do the repairs and not bother about the respraying. That will be another cost for you.”

“Thank you for putting me into consideration. I am not bothered at all. I chose to do this by myself so please allow me to. Moreover, if he works on only the booth and sprays the booth, it will be looking newer than the other parts of the car, don’t you think?”

I shrugged, “okay, thanks. I should be able to sort myself out till Saturday then, I guess”.

After everything, we exchanged contacts and he followed me outside for me to flag down a cab. He paid for the cab and apologized one more time. He told me he would keep in touch and let me know about any update with regards to my car. I thanked him for being a perfect gentleman. I was not as angry as I was earlier.

On my way home, I got a WhatsApp chat from Daniel and I narrated my ordeal to him. He called me and was fuming. He asked why I did not call him up to come over and teach the guy a lesson. I told him the guy was a perfect gentleman over the issue and I appreciated he way he handled it. He was still raking such that I had to calm him down and reminded him that it was my car that was bashed and that I was cool. He calmed down and asked how I was. I told him I was fine and was not hurt in any way. He said he wished he was there to help calm my fraying nerves. I smiled and thanked him. When we ended the call, I felt very protected. The way he was fuming about my matter showed he cared a lot about me and I was beginning to fall for him already.

I saw a friend request from him and I noticed that we have 1 friend in common. It was Ogechi Umeora, my classmate in the university. I accepted the friend request and took my time to go through his facebook page. He had good pictures in good locations. From what I saw, he had vacationed in Dubai in several occasions. He appeared okay to me and I was tripping further. I decided to chat up Ogechi and ask her what she knows about Daniel.

Hey babe

How far with you na

Longest time



Dami Coker

I dey o

This one you remember me today


Babe, I dey o

I say make I hail you and ask you some questions


Okay babe, all ears


I just saw we are mutual friends on Facebook with Daniel Adebayo

I just want to find out what you know about the guy


Sorry dear, which Daniel Adebayo?


He works with Chevron


Wait, let me check out who you are talking about


Oh my God! Did that thief tell you he works with Chevron?

My dear, be very wary of that guy.

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This post just happened to appeal to me when I saw Lagos as I’m Nigerian myself . Nicely written, enjoyed reading. Look forward to future post. Check mine out when you get the chance 🙂

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