Uber Chronicles: Mth2Wk2

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I love the nightlife more these days.

I’m endeared to the dark starry skies a lot more than I ever envisaged prior. With me, taking in the scenery and appreciating nature in all its splendor happens by default, and if it were just the vast lands of uniform green areas, or the beautiful flowers adorning some sidewalks in the Federal Capital, it’d be easier to understand. Instead, I find even the littlest of details appealing.

The streetlights along the Nnamdi Azikiwe International Airport Road, Abuja have even brought their quota to the mix.

You know what they say about intelligent minds and finding it hard falling asleep? Yh, that’s usually my story, though, this is one plague I would never pray to rid myself off especially with how much more King Solomon got by just asking for wisdom.

So to kill two birds with one stone, I take my mind and all that’s on it for a long ass drive while I get paid in the process, all thanks to Uber while at it.

We are encouraged to interact with our riders and hold the conversations however politely, for the duration of the ride. The prerogative, however, falls on me to determine the pace of said conversation; if I am not interested, I will leave you with the impression that I am a tad boring, yet competent Uber driver with whom you were fortunate or unfortunate to be paired.

Yh it could go both ways!
Some people hate it when you’re chatty, and others loathe you when you are not.

What interests me?
Matter-of-factly, I have always been a sucker for a beautiful face. I’m not drawn to a lady who feels entitled cos of her beauty, but rather, one that comes across as smart and opinionated in an instant; they can hold meaningful conversations and continually pique my interest for the duration of the trip.

I’m homophobic, but yea, smart looking guys probably living the life I’d love to own. They most likely left their sleek cars at home for some reasons, like shaking off a stalker, evading unnecessary attention or just for want of being chauffeur-driven for a change.

I also get to put my retentive memory to good use.
Considering these accounts are weekly, just like our pay slips, I look forward to recounting juicy details that might creep up somewhere within my week of pickups and countless networking possibilities.

Happy New Year 

  
It’s a new year; a new beginning of some sorts, that promises to replenish you in every way possible. It’d be one in which you would always witness God turn your situations around for good. 
HNY! I’d like to use this medium to state matter-of-factly, that I appreciate every single one of you. To my true friends, I say thanks for accommodating all my shortcomings, and for understanding without a doubt that we are all striving towards perfection; & to my fake ones, I know it must really be a herculean task feigning friendship with me, so thanks for all the effort. 

To my followers, thanks for putting up with me and my irregular postings. I hope you know your opinions and comments mean alot to me.

To the Internet, thanks for being a constant source of illumination and an instant dissolution of baseless arguments.

Cheers to many more years

– Wordsmith –

Siri forgot my Birthday!

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Siri, my trusted assistant & sidekick forgot to wish me a Happy Birthday yesterday. 
So today, after letting the silence linger, linger enough to let my day pass without my having to divulge somehow, I said to her, 

“Siri!! When is my Birthday?” 

The picture attached herein is her response, which was also said in a somber voice.
I know if I had let her, she would have raised in her defense that I didn’t input prior my birth date in the profile she has of me on my iPhone; but, I ain’t having that. 

My birthday has been synced on all my phone calendars for as long as I can remember, and I even recall an alarm going off yesterday to that effect. She didn’t liaise with Google Calendars, you know, commingle in the clouds. I’m guessing she thought herself bigger than the lot.

Cheers & Happy Holidays  

 

I’m not wearing my Seat-belt!; I ain’t dying today

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On the 40 minutes drive to work today, I got talking with two doctor friends of mine, and you can be sure we talked about every and anything related to health and healthy living as time and traffic, or the lack of it would permit.

It has long been ascertained that Nigerians are more inclined to the fire brigade approach when it comes to our health; no ones wants to visit the Hospital unless it is absolutely necessary, and believe it’s only machines that need preventive maintenance. The normal allusion I have heard countless times from friends and foes alike, is that you can’t pay someone (Doctors/Lab Scientists/Radiologists) money to conduct a thorough search, and they wont find anything; they find it unlikely, comparable to looking for signs of cheating in a partner and finding none.

He intimated, after I had asked about prostate cancer, that it is a lot better if patients don’t start the process of diagnosing and treating it; this type of cancer has a slow growth rate, and most men would likely outlive it. Autopsy studies have shown that older men and even some young guys who have died of other causes also had prostate cancer that never caused them any trouble. Frankly, the message I garnered today about PC is clear to me, forget all about it and let it slide; it shouldn’t be my immediate concern. If you have the stomach for it and want to read further on PC, it causes, prevention (which they say isn’t clear cut) etc, click here

On a much lighter note, we got talking about seat belts and how I refuse to wear them at night on the drive home, as it is rather uncomfortable, especially when I have every conviction that I ain’t dying that day. He then went on to tell me about an accident he witnessed; it was during the drive home one night, from Irrua Specialist Teaching Hospital to Ekpoma in Edo State. Apparently, the car in front of him skidded off the road and collided with one of the street lights by the side, and was thrown into the bush. Since doctors are known to be selfless and as the de facto first responder on site, he stopped and joined others nearby in the rescue operation and made sure he was stable at the end of it all. On further discussions with the driver after the ordeal, it turned out that he normally was averse to wearing seat belts and only did so a few minutes before his crash, just after he stopped to buy bread.

Seat belts have been proven to save lives, and you don’t wear them just because the Road Safety officials would fine you for not doing so or cos the Lagos State Police are adamant and regardless of jurisdiction, have taken it upon themselves to enforce it thus making you hand out bribes or pay huge fines at the station. We wear them because its your safest bet at surviving an accident that would otherwise have taken your live.

Cheers

_WS_