KNOW YOUR DRIVERs(a needful knowledge we often neglect)...

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I boarded a taxi on my way back home few months back. Like where I always like sitting, I sat beside the driver so we can always discuss and laugh. I always love their tales, complaints or jokes, they are one truthful group of beings "when they want to be."

"This uncompleted building has been like this since eight years I last visited this place." I started to strike a chat.

"Ah! Nobody know wetin happen o my brother, maybe the person don die. You know all these big men, nobody know how them take get their money..." He talked on and on as he drove.

My usual self was giving him all the necessary gestures and exclamations to keep the gist afloat.

"Oga you sabi make person laugh no be small!" He complimented me amid his laughter.😂😂😂 I alighted from his bus laughing so hard.

I had boarded another bus that would take me to my bus-stop when I tried to listen to R'n'b songs with my Android phone. It was like a joke to me at first when I couldn't find my phone. It was the first time a phone addict like me would leave his companion somewhere. I searched around my seat to no avail.

"Why not call the number?" A guy seated next to me advised. I told him confidently that I don't forget my phone anywhere.

Everyone helped me to search every nook and cranny of the bus still to no avail, that was when I decided to call the number. The taxi man told me where to come meet him in two hours when I finally called. I took a breath of relief as I met the gaze of the guy, who advised me to call the number. He had this "I told you" look on his face.

"Thanks." I muttered with a mixed smile. I went on to thank everyone in the bus as I alighted from the bus a minutes later.

Exactly ten minute to the two hours the taxi man told me, I called him. He said he was there already, that he was even eating in one of the shops at that bus-stop.

I got to the bus-stop exactly ten minutes later. My number was switched off when tried it. My heart almost leaped into my stomach. I couldn't believe it. I tried the number several times to no avail. So many "whys" flooded my mind. Goose pimples immediately filled my body that I could feel the wetness of my boxers.

Nevertheless I tried so hard to maintain my composure as I dried my sweat almost every second. I was so confused with no option to pick from. I took a deep breath about fifteen minutes later to give it a try of walking around to know if I could see him. I concluded that I was going to ask around if I didn't see him, at least I could still describe him to as many food sellers as possible.

The third shop I checked had the man chatting and laughing with the food seller and other customers. The man was surprised when he saw me. He asked why I didn't call my number. I told him that I had tried several times but didn't know why it was switched off. One of the customers in the shop didn't believe I could recognise the driver just like that. Though I didn't see a big deal in that because I'm fond of knowing the driver of any bus I board, it dawned on me that I would have lost my phone if I wasn't able to recognise the driver.

I later discovered it was a SIM error that made my number not to be reachable, the phone was on and not switched off.

I closed my eyes as usual as the R'n'b songs in my playlist caressed my ear drums. Since that day, I started having a conscious knwloedge of any bus driver facially as well as his conductor if he has any.