So I made a dash for a cab, you know Abuja way of doing these things na. I didnt take a drop (Dont ask me why). I was going to join a cab when a lady politely asked me to cross the road and join aanother cab accross the road. My thoughts immediately become embedded in confusion. First of all, why would a lady ask me to go join the other cab. Who was she and what was the connection. I looked accross and saw that there were people already in the cab. Next thing I knew was she called other people and they joined the cab too, so I joined. I got the shocker of my life when she took the driver's seat and revved the engine. I was engrossed in amazement throughou the duration of that journey. This babe, tall dark and beautiful. Educated and bold was making a good living being a cab woman in a city like Abuja, where other ladies including those whose existence has been smeared by the deap-seated poverty with which they have to deal with. Although I was unable to get her name, I could not help but admire her great courage. Immediately a thought just occured to me, this is FCT. It is amazing but in the FCT,
things that would otherwise have been odd elsewhere was almost nothing. I kept thinking about this, but then, what do you make of it?
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