I went to queen’s college, Yaba, Lagos Nigeria and I can proudly say I am an alumni. Although I did not start enjoying the social privileges of queens college until I was in SS2 and my wings where truly and strongly formed.

I still remember most of my teachers and the memories that made my development stage worth the while. I remember the teachers like it was yesterday, sometimes when I pass by a queen’s college girl with that tackles uniform, I wonder about them and their whereabouts.

I remember Mrs Kalejaiye, who made me work on my presentation skills because of her numerous physics assignments. Mrs Chukwu who until date (bless her) I still remember my 1-20 elements of chemistry. Mrs Coker and Mrs Ogbuoto who helped me sharpen my mathematics skills. Mr Nzebule (RIP) whose tutelage, dare and continuous encouragement in further mathematics made me take that long trip down engineering memory lane. His famous words, ‘further mathematics, the home of the brave’ still ringing loud and clear in my head. Mrs Njoku whose stare alone made you comport yourself and adjust your stupidity. Mrs Egbunike, whose passion for poetry and Literature made her cheeks turn rosy. I remember days under the mango tree close to the fine arts Lab in front of our sports field, her singsong voice as she explained Abiku! Or her facial expressions as she explained ‘beautiful ones are not yet born’ and the ‘black full lips of the politicians’- corruption! Corruption she would exclaim! I remember Mrs Ugo, Oh Mrs Ugo! She tried to improve my Igbo. I would watch her shake her head from left to right and indicate her desire to speak to my mother. My mother is an English teacher! That being said, she is very good at interrupting your conversation to correct your English.

However, this is not about the teachers, nor the moi moi and fish or large dodo we ate with beans on Saturday evenings. Neither is this about the ‘wuz ere’s’ or the days we screamed our lungs out because a ‘‘handsome’’ boy was on the corridor. This is about the mid-night stories we heard when we were just fresher’s, innocent and gullible.

The stories of ''Madam Koi koi'' and ''shift make I sleep'' would make you shut your eyes tight at night even if sleep has abandoned you.

Stories of ‘Man in the bathroom’ or ‘hostel’ made us all wear pyjamas to bed. Our ‘PJ’s’ tightly hooked at the waist ready for combat if need be. I remember Mrs Agbo, that woman was a sprinter! Defending the plight of boarders from the prying eyes of men, I love to think they feared us those days.

I now wonder what exactly caused our mid night after prep stampedes; I had one to many injuries from those famous stampedes.

I remember the huge tree at the center of senior boarding house area, how they told us witches conveyed there and it was a burial ground.

The most hilarious of them was the story about ‘Sharon dead rat’, I have never forgotten about that!

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Walking down linthorpe road, Middlesbrough was my Friday evening/Saturday midday ritual. I would walk quickly past shops, and restaurants. Sometimes I would stare at the crowded pubs with gents talking animatedly, sounds of ‘Bruv’ in the air, I would wonder why the ladies wore the skimpiest of out fits during the winter, wondering if they ever felt the winter chill on their pale white skin, their fashionable shoes 👠 making click, click sounds on the pavements. I would peep into banana leaf, wondering who I would recognise eating silently away at the Chinese buffet. I would pass my favourite fish and chips cafe and the wine lady who refused to sell me alcohol until she saw my ID.

The town center was always my destination. Only when I get there do I slow my pace down in other to enjoy the array of beautifully designed clothes, shoes and bags on display. Window-shopping is a weakness 😊.

On this faithful day as I walked down linthorpe road, Just outside Domino pizza, I noticed a rather strange figure strolling on the other side of the road. She was a dark skinned 5ft 5inches young woman, her black permed hair was braided neatly all back. What caught my attention where the baggy clothes she wore. She was dressed and walked like ‘Eazy-E’ in ‘Straight Outta Compton’. I stared at her in amazement trying not to draw attention to myself and made a mental note to ask Snagger about her. Yes! I said to myself, Snagger knows everyone, he would know her.

Ah, you mean ‘Abiodun’, Snagger exclaimed. She’s gay man! She’s from your country as well, he said when I probed him. She’s been here for over 10 years as an asylum seeker, he said laughing mischievously. Anytime Snagger laughed like that, you knew there was something more he was not saying.

I thought of Abiodun that day and wondered if her case would be solved with UK immigration. Nigeria had passed the 14-year LGBT jail term, what if she was deported? Which may be the case.

I had heard the stories of Aderonke Apata, Isa Muazu and Orishia Edwards amongst others with similar cases like hers and how they ended. I wondered how she managed on the meagre £19 per week given via a card by the government for regular upkeep, stripped of her ability to work and freedom of movement. So much time wasted, I murmured.

I did not see Abiodun again until one night at ‘Jamrock’ in an African British club on Albert road. I stood in the shadows and watched her as she danced with a slim tall handsome looking African dude in the weirdest of ways possible. I never knew a body could be that flexible👀. Someone sneakered in the background that she was desperately in need of something. As I left Jam Rock, I wondered if Abiodun was really gay or if it was a cynical way of getting her status in UK 🇬🇧.

A month Later, I was invited for bible study by Chinedu and his South African girlfriend Karabo, even though I tried to decline, I was hooked in. As I opened the door to the fellowship session, a prayer session was ongoing with Abiodun in the middle. I stood at a corner and watched, not knowing what to say and how to pray aloud. After the prayers, Karabo and her friend Mina passed refreshments around while Chinedu started to question Abiodun and advise her. Karabo out of curiosity kept asking her questions relating to her sexuality. I did not have any questions, I never said anything, even when Abiodun muttered she hated men, I just stared. I never asked about that night at Jamrock!

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I never understood why people ran for the Tube, Coach, Bus and to work in London. In Fact I would have that smirk on my face when someone runs past me ‘Next time, be on-time’, until it happened to me. Even though I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, panting ridiculously at every stop I made to catch my breath, I was still late, I still missed my coach and had to pay for another ticket! What a waste of legs 😃 (summer of 2015).

I was visiting my aunt and the family for the first time in Eynsham-Abbey Wood, London (summer of 2014). I was freaking excited, my London tour was about to happen. I had booked a ticket two weeks ahead in other to get cheaper ticket using mega bus, no way was I going to pay over a £100 pounds 💷 using train, I didn’t care if it was a 3 hour journey by 🚊 train.. With the bus numbers written on a piece of paper, I was ready to go, how tough can it be? 😅

The journey was tiring, it was a 6-hour journey from Middlesbrough to London and my ass was on fire from excessive sitting. I kept twitching my butt left and right from discomfort. What the coach lacked in speed tho, the beautiful scenery made up. The landscape was breathtaking.

On my left side sat an average looking probably over 30 year old bald African man. He kept trying to make small talk but I kept ignoring, my mind fixed on navigating the streets of London and enjoying the scenery the view from the bus window provided me, plus his ‘Anglais’ was ‘tres pauvre’ I just could not cope (What a snob right!)

We got to our destination by 2.30pm, coach final stop and that’s where the confusion started. I did not know how to find my bus station. I asked an Indian storekeeper for direction and he told me ‘If you are not buying anything, he cannot answer any of my questions’’. I turned to a Nigerian ticketing woman and she gave me a direction that confused me further. All the while Mr Cameroon stood at a corner, leaning on a pole and kept looking at me with amusement in his eyes. He finally walked up to me and asked ‘’where you going’’? I stubbornly answered, ‘’Victoria station’’. He told me he was headed there I should follow him. I could count the seconds that ticked away while we stared at each other, fighting with common sense of whether to trust this man or not! And what my other options where? To give up and ask my aunt to come pick me up like a baby (That would be the laugh of a century), to tough it out by employing my Lagos skills or finally get into trouble not in Lagos o! Ordinary London. I decided to trust Mr Cameroon 🇨🇲.

While we navigated the streets from Victoria Station trying to locate my bus stand, I made sure I kept a good distance between us and followed him from behind. At some point, I could tell he was getting pist off with my attitude, especially when he asked me to use a Tube with him to my destination and I blatantly refused. I wanted to stick to my bus route and bus route we headed. When we got to the bus stand, he taught me how to check the bus routes on the map, to check time schedules and know when my bus is coming, he also asked if I had an Oyster card. While we waited for bus 436, I kept watching him like a hawk with my side eyes, a couple of times I would catch him starring and pretend I was watching something else.

When we were seated finally, enroute another bus station (New Cross Gate) where I would take a bus home. He turned to me and said. ‘Where you from’? I answered, ‘Nigeria’! Ah, he shook his head left to right, as If he was not surprised! Nigerian people no trust anybody, he said with irritation, making a funny sound with his teeth to signal his disappointment. We brothers you know, you my sister (he made a left and right motion pointing at me and tapping his chest with his finger to buttress his point), me from Cameroon 🇨🇲 . I nodded and smiled.

He looked at me and said, ‘why you fear’! You a young girl, don’t be like that! I only wanted to help. I did not know what to say, cat got my tongue, so I just smiled and muttered ‘’thank you’’. What would I have explained, I judged him without trying to make conversation, or it’s just my Lagos blood kicking in? I was glad when he pointed out my next bus station and reminded me not to miss the time/bus number (177). I came down and gave him a huge wave! Thinking, maybe he was an angel sent? Just maybe?

When I got home, there were cheers all round! Wow, you did not get lost! They all felt I would call that I was missing or lost! I got several taps on my back and high fives. My aunty was so proud. Little did they know about the bald man from Cameroon.

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Gosh, I love Nigeria. A lot of people say oh! You are very anti-Nigeria from the way you talk ‘Yadada, Yadada’ 🙄. Seriously, I love Nigeria does not mean I am blind to its faults. It’s like a mother’s love for a troubled child, you know your child can do so much better if they focus, so the relationship becomes bittersweet (but in this case, I am not the mother tho).

So to dissolve all malicious statements about my Love for my country, let’s look at the beautiful or interesting things I love about my Nigeria especially living in the state that does not sleep 👌 (Lagos, Eko o ni ba je o!)

The Energy on the streets is intoxicating:

Take a Danfo bus 🚌 or a keke-Napep to any choice of your destination and you must definitely laugh so hard and crack your ribs, cry or get seriously angry. There are just too many emotions going on, on the streets of Lagos. The Energy on the street is intoxicating, people have no chill in Lagos. Everyone is in a hurry (If people can rush for communion in church, what do you think?) 🤣

You can literary buy your whole house on the streets of Lagos during our famous traffic moments (I deeply believe those people who sell on the busy main roads are faster than Usan Bolt!). The hustle is real mehn. When Jay Z said if you can make it in New York City, you can make it anywhere, he has not been to my City Lagos! It is the “innit” 😂

The road smells like food:

Have you ever had that hunger lust moment on Lagos road? Walking innocently on the street (Obalende) on a Monday morning, in your office best and you catch a whiff of that ‘Akara’ frying in hot oil, that fresh ‘Puff Puff’, that Aunty Ibeju’s home made local pepper stew, or the smoke that steams out from Mama Bisi’s white cooler as she opens it to scoop hot white rice for that early morning customer (Aaaah! Someone wants to embarrass my white shirt!)

The worst part is when your brain connects you to that ‘’owambe’’ rice scent or that ‘oven baking pastry’ smell and your nose is ‘’zinging’’ away but you cannot locate the source! 😅

We party like no other!

Banky W got it when he said, ‘there is no party like a Lagos party’. Ah! (Removes gele from my head and ties it around my waist vigorously), I love Owambe! Infact my love for Yoruba traditional marriage started recently, have you ever wondered how they never run out of food! 👏👏 Those small chops na dieeee! Let me be a serious person, I don’t only go for the food, I also love the ceremony, I love that people are ‘dapper dressers’, I love the styles “unglare” 👀, the fact that there are different asoebi’s worn by different groups, it’s just interesting to watch. However, my owambe party ends when the food touches down! Do not blame me, lol! 😃😄

Your Talent is equal to money:

Any Talent is equal to money. Can you dance, Galala, Shaku Shaku, Twerk master? Can you make sweet zobo rodo? Can you sing? Can you act? Can you socialize? What is your talent? It can be transformed to money. We have the most enterprising youths you can ever think of that are soo talented it is a blessing!🙏

There is never a reason to visit:

There is nothing I love more than picking my phone and saying ‘hello, you home? And just appearing at the house. Because just asking if you are home means you are coming over, and we quietly accept that! No formality, no keeping appointment. Sometimes just passing by the house and stopping over without calling is a norm (Laughs, don’t try that one with me tho!)

Tell me why you love your city, tell me why you love your country 🇳🇬 Nigeria! 😘💋❤️

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Every Sunday Morning, I wake up with a brainwave 😅. Another day to sort through my cloths to find an outfit that is flamboyantly appropriate 👌. Good enough to make me look matured and decent enough to prevent fashion police at the gates of the church from harassing me 🤦🏼♀️. That is my African girl Sunday ordeal.

Do not get me wrong, I am eager to worship God, but Africans have a thing for dressing flamboyantly to church. The question is why?🤷🏼♀️

Sundays are always the days the best-dressed people come out to play, except of course Owambe 🎈😍❤️ parties. Church smells like all the perfumes were designed there, different scents romancing the nostrils, from the scents that try to choke you 💀, to the ones that make you inhale deeply because the scent is too seductive/intoxicating to let go of.

The young girls skirts are getting shorter every day 🤔, heels getting higher and trendier, the married women do not escape this fashion church trend as their supple breasts are #unglare’ 👀 for all to view, their husbands walking proudly beside them in matching materials. The gele sometimes is so distinct you cannot see the priest at the altar.

Sometimes I cannot help it, as my eyes dart from one trendsetter to another, mentally eyeing the full beautiful display of colourful well styled Ankara, wooden and lace materials in their full glory. I subconsciously drift to my tailor and mentally make notes of adjustments and updates to fill her on.

Why do we really dress flamboyantly to church? Why do we have church clothes, work clothes and then house clothes? If God is interested in only our heart/soul, why don’t we dress comfortably to church, pull up a plain trouser, shirt and come with our hearts ready to worship him.

I can hear my mother in the background already murmuring ‘’this is Africa! It is our culture! ‘That dress makes you look small, wear matching heels and look like an adult (rolls eye), it is the reason I prefer evening mass, but don’t tell.

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The world was turned into a frenzy last week with DJT statement of Africans coming from shithole countries😱🤣. Tweets kept flying left, right and center in response to such an attack on our dear African nations. #shitholecountries was the order of the day with most people ‘Africans and non-Africans’ insisting the statement was rash/racial and DJT should tailor an apology. Even the president of Ghana Nana Akufo-Addo tweeted a response stating ‘The language of @realDonaldTrump that the African continent, Haiti and El Salvador are ‘shithole countries’ is extremely unfortunate. We are currently not a ‘shithole country’. We will not accept such insults, even from a leader of a friendly country, no matter how powerful.

While other African countries like Botswana and South Africa expect an apology from USA, some Africans especially Nigerians felt the statement ‘shithole’ putting racial sentiments aside was correct due to the current situation of the country. Other celebrities like @Jidenna tweeted ‘I pray that we as Africans & people of the African Diaspora continue to work tirelessly to build more beauty in our land(s) so that no one can find any single reason to call our nation's #shitholecountries, let this be a catalyst for courageous leadership and righteous governance. While journalists like Dele Momodu Ovation tweeted ‘Worrying about DJT calling Africa #shithole reminds me of Soyinka’s response to Negritude that a Tiger does not go about shouting its tigritude. Our duty is to simply show the world we are not a #shithole’.

Ask some Nigerian’s, ‘if given the opportunity to travel abroad would you come back to Nigeria? The straight up answer would be no! The question therefore is why really are Nigerian’s fleeing Nigeria?

Some say the poor standard of living, deep-sited corruption, inadequate health care facilities, insecurity (Fulani herdsmen attack, Boko-Haram, Kidnappings and Oil militant activities), poor quality of education (constant ASUU strikes, inability to link industry requirements/needs to what is being taught in higher institutions), lack of job security/opportunities and career advancement have made them to travel to other parts of the world to start all over again/seek greener pastures.

No wonder our nationals strive and excel when they leave the shores of Nigeria, especially those who are educated and have skills. Most come back to develop/invest in their motherland while others do not.

This migration, which started in the 80’s /90’s to date, would see a massive brain drain in Nigeria in the near future if these situations are not corrected/put into consideration.

The quest for greener pastures has made some individuals as a result of lack of information indulge in risky and dangerous ways of acquiring their dream for a better tomorrow.

✳️ Smuggling overseas (Libyan Scandal): This is the most dangerous way of travelling abroad. Paying money to smugglers and travelling through Libyan Desert to get to Spain in Europe. More than 22,500 migrants where reported dead or vanished globally since 2014, half of which perished at the Mediterranean Sea. Last year 6th of November 2017, 26 women ages from 14-18 were found sexually assaulted and dead as a result of drowning while trying to cross the Mediterranean Sea. Around December 21st 2017, reports and evidence showing migrant Africans being sold for $400 and above as slaves in Libya brought the world to a standstill. 2778 of those migrants caught in Libyan detention camps where identified as Nigerians.

✳️Use of another person’s Visa: An individual hijacks the identity of the original passport owner to travel abroad. I doubt this is still in existence. Correct me if I am wrong.

✳️ Contract marriages and young men seducing old women: One of the popular schemes young men use is to seduce and marry old women. Once they get their papers, they dump these women.

The problem is not about migrating, the issue is about migrating the right way. How can you migrate the right way and what countries are immigrant friendly?

However, what are the possibilities for Africa (Nigeria) if we actually developed our country?

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Last week we discussed Uber being a nuisance versus a convenience (Click here ). As Uber rides are becoming inadequate and not as convenient and comfortable as they used to be, individuals are now pushing towards other car hire/digital taxi systems like Taxify and Oga Taxy. Some people say Taxify is more efficient and cost effective than Uber that is why they made the switch. While others including the drivers say, they no longer enjoyed the services Uber once provided for them and therefore switched to Taxify.

We know that digital taxi/car service systems are here to stay and with the Yuletide season over, work has finally resumed 😅, fuel scarcity still in the air, some people may have no other option but to use these digital car hire services. Therefore, this week we would look into how to remain safe while using these Taxi systems.

✅ Request your ride inside: Please do not wait outside with phone in hand. Relax; wait for your app to show your driver has arrived before stepping out.

✅ Protect your personal information: Although some drivers can become over familiar especially with female riders. Do not share your contact information with your Uber driver. If you need to contact each other, the app automatically anonymizes both numbers to protect each other’s privacy. “Do not go and be forming romantic moves”, there is no need to slide into anyone’s text message 🤣! Stay woke!

✅ Be a back sit rider: I used to be a front sit rider, I wonder why really, I would hop into that Uber ride and sit in the front sit beside the driver, this is obviously a very unsafe act. Sitting at the back sit ensures one can easily exit from either side of the vehicle to avoid moving traffic and give you and the driver personal space.

✅ Buckle up: We need to all buckle up for safety and not just during Uber rides. Some of us drive as if we are going crazy in Lagos. This would help reduce injuries related to car accidents. The funny part of this is, I have entered cars where the sit belts are faulty.

✅ Share your trip details with a friend or family member: While on the ride, you can share the status in the app to share your Uber drivers name, photo, license plate and location with a friend or family member. They can also monitor/track the trip and view ETA.

✅ Be kind/respectful: We are all human beings, being nice and respectful would not take anything from anyone. In as much as some riders can be disrespectful, some drivers are also disrespectful.

✅ Follow your intuition: When I was in primary school, during one of those famous fuel scarcity periods (Yes it is not today it started🙄). My mum, my brother and I on our way back home from school waited at a sidewalk in Ikeja (around computer village) for a bus or taxi we would use to go home. After standing for over an hour, one of those famous popularly called ‘’Volkswagen Beetle aka Tortoise rides’’ pulled up and offered us a ride. We entered with a young man and a young woman who was waiting with us as well for a bus or taxi to their destination. We had not gone 30 minutes into the ride when the young man who entered with us told the driver he would like to pick an item along the road and if the driver would take him there. The driver turned to us, saying if it was ok with us, the pick-up would not take up to 3 minutes. The young woman after much persuasion agreed but my mum adamantly said she wanted to come down with her kids. Oh lord, I was in shock😱, you mean after waiting for over an hour and God just buttered our bread, you cannot wait 3 minutes for the pick-up. Looking back, I am glad my mother trusted her instincts. Trust your gut always👌.

✅ Always give feedback on your trip: Feedback is paramount in our society because that is the only way to put people in check. Always give feedback. Go to your trips, make a comment or rate the driver. I once had an issue with a driver who on requesting an Uber ride, already claimed he was on the trip before getting to my location. When I tried calling him severally, he refused to pick my call. This went on for good 10 minutes with him being at the same location. When I cancelled the trip, he reported me to Uber that he had started the trip and I cancelled it, this made Uber deduct my money. You trust me, I do not like what I hate😒, I definitely reported the whole incidence to Uber and got my money back with discount for my next ride.

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We all know how uncomfortable transportation is in Nigeria, from the yellow and black taxi’s whose drivers never seem to have a fixed price and never seem to have any respect, to the ‘’Danfo’’ busses 🚌 whose iron/wooden sits make your bottom sore from sitting and head ache from its racking sounds as it plies the cities.

Uber came and changed all that for Nigerians 🇳🇬, providing us with convenient, comfortable and low-cost transportation, which is easy to access, reliable and aids economic growth in the society.

What is Uber ; For riders, Uber is an on-demand car service which is convenient, comfortable and inexpensive. It is a service whereby a private car can be hired and monitored en-route from any location to any destination within the city with a click on your smartphone. For drivers it is the simplest way to connect with different people everyday, while being your own boss.

A 55 year old Teacher of Queens College, Lagos Nigeria said ‘’In the early days of Uber, she was so excited when a black classy clean Toyota Camry pulled up in front of her colleagues at a wedding venue to pick her up and take her home. She felt on top of the world and kept disturbing her daughter to keep booking Uber rides to and from 👰🏽 weddings.

That was probably the feeling Kalanick Former CEO of on-demand car service Uber had in mind when he launched Uber. Push a button on your smartphone at your convenience, get a classy ride, feel like a pimp, and make your friends green with envy. From One country to over 58 countries with a value of over $60 billion, we can say Uber came to overcome and succeed.

Recent review shows that Uber Nigeria lowered its restriction on car requirements for its low-cost option Uber-X. Previously Old models accepted where 2009 cars but now old models as from 2006 are now accepted with zero restrictions to mileage. This is the reason we see physically damaged cars with poor interiors and experience very poor customer service. Now drivers are seen driving while discussing on the phone with friends or relations. Uber has left Nigerian riders open to old and unsafe cars due to greed, desperation or the need to stay in business there by adopting the Nigerian policy of everything goes 🤦🏼♀️.

An African American Uber driver in 🇺🇸 USA recounts his ordeal when he became an Uber driver. According to him, he had to submit his car documents, car insurance, drivers licence, registration and social security for background check to be performed on him. This was done to know if he had a clean record, if he was a sex offender, had issues with police with reference to driving or car pullovers because of phone usage while driving, speeding and accidents. After which his car was inspected for safety by a state certified mechanic. After this, the safety inspection is carried out yearly.

The rape and murder of Rebecca Dykes who is a 🇬🇧 British diplomat in Beirut on December 17th, 2017 has reignited concerns about background checks performed by Uber and highlighted the challenges of ensuring passengers safety across more than 60 countries, which Uber operates.

🇳🇬 Nigeria is a very porous society and even though Uber is a very convenient and low-cost means of transportation, how safe, secure, protected are the riders and drivers? How rigorous are the Uber background checks on drivers, driving records and car inspections performed in Nigeria?. If the United Kingdom is having problems with the usage of Uber, terminating their licence to operate and feels that Uber is not fit to run Taxi services in its capital insisting Uber should have the same rules and regulations as ordinary taxi systems, why are Nigerians/government very comfortable with the digital taxi system?

In October 2016, Uber concealed a data breach, which exposed personal information of 57 million drivers and users. This breach exposed names, emails, phone numbers and licence details.

An Uber lagos resident user complained of how she cringes every time the car service pulls up at her home address, she wonders how safe she is leaving her home address, phone number, email and facial recognition exposed to unknown persons. She further wonders why the condition of the cars are so Dilapidated, why she has to sit in a dusty car that looks like it hasn’t been cleaned for days? Why she has to pay for a service whereby she swarts away mosquitoes throughout the trip.

Research has further shown that some Uber drivers start trips ahead of time before getting to client location and most times the service is very unreliable. Leaving clients to go in search of other digital Taxi systems like Taxify or Oga Taxi

People do not know what they get into when they request and use an Uber ride, they give Uber free pass up to their death. Uber Terms and Conditions clearly states that ‘Responsibility for the decisions you make regarding providing or accepting transportation rest solely with you, drivers and riders use services at their own risk’. Therefore by using the application and service, you may be exposed to transportation that is potentially dangerous, harmful, offensive, unsafe or objectionable but you use the service at your own risk’. That is simply saying you could be raped, killed or murdered and it is your responsibility not theirs’. (Click link 👉) Read Terms and conditions under section Disclaimer, Limitations of liability; Indemnity.

We are not like other developed countries where security checks are performed or car inspection and drivers driving history monitored. The reason Uber had much Fame on arrival was its convenience/Comfort. Now that uber drivers have found ways to cheat/misuse its system and uber does not care about the Condition of its partners cars? The question to ask is, if it cannot be safe? If it is no longer as convenient and comfortable as it Initially was when it started out, Why should it still be in service! Why should it have a different treatment from the normal yellow and black 🚕taxis previously used. Should it be re-structured, re-evaluated or removed? Should it be treated as a Taxi system thereby following the same rules and regulations as regular Taxi 🚕

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Happy New Year Gift Cards. Thanks for making our 2017 special. Let’s do it better 2018 ❤️💋💋💋❤️😍😘😘😍😍😍😍😍.

While you enjoy your gift cards, remember that TEF (Tony Elumelu Foundation) application opens today👏👏, so if you have a business idea and you need training and mentoring then apply here. Start your 2018 with a bang! (Beats 🥁)

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Every time I try to write about 2017-Christmas season, I get writers block. This is my fourth attempt and I am happy it is beginning to flow🙏.

2017 has been an amazing year for me and I hope for you as well. Let us erase the difficulties we passed through and think of the moments and memories that brought us joy, peace and made us 🤭 laugh. Even in the midst of our tears, worries, discomfort and tribulations there was always that light at the end of the tunnel that gave us hope. Like I say, where there is life, there is hope and the universe has a way of making things work out in our favour.

This christmas season is a season to remember. Many Nigerians woke up to the nationwide fuel scarcity. It hit us like a blow. Queues at filling stations and people throwing safety out of the window openly selling gallons of fuel (black market) on the roads. Illegal/legal filling stations selling fuel at #250/litre. VP Osinbajo, governor Ayodele Fayose (Sold 80% of petrol at government fuel dump to two petrol stations in Ado Ekiti at control pump price #145/litre, we hope it is not an election strategy) and various DPR staffs trying to get ahead of the situation. How do we expect the governors/Buhari to understand our plight when they have fully stocked fuel dumps, they probably do not know what #upnepa or #upphcn is. It makes you wonder why an oil booming country like Nigeria, that produces thousands and thousands of barrels of oil/day is still having issues with fuel availability, distribution and marketing.

We all know this line in Tekno’s famous song ‘’RaRa; ’I no getti charge oh, my phone don die, no fuel for generator oh, everyday situation’’(I love this song). I was lucky, we were the only ones who celebrated yuletide with power supply in our block of flats (I grinned all through).

Traffic was the order of the day. You wonder if flight tickets are claiming sold out, people are travelling to their villages daily by road, who is causing the traffic on Lagos, Nigeria road? Flight and transportation hike in price, we all want to know why this happens every yuletide season. Do the roads magically become expensive to ride on? Or there is a tollgate in the air?

We all turned to our artists to give us the performance of a lifetime, please quench our frustration. From Falz the experience (Which was my best concert I must say), Mama Tobi, Adekunle Gold, Warri (a very shitty concert), Wizkid and Davido (Whose concert was the flop of a lifetime, must your hype man be on stage tho?), the Island was buzzing and humming with activity, the crowd was massive. Nigerians are always quick to say #no money, #no money, but where did all the money for the ‘’sold out’’ concerts come from? Or ‘Na only me waka come?

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