Chapter 9

Transcorp Hilton Hotels, Abuja

"Sir I get chewing gums, you want some?" The Uber driver asked in Pidgin English for the umpteenth time since he picked up the Messenger from the airport.

"No," he said looking out of the window; he had seen a lot of beggars and roadside hawkers most of them were children on his way from the airport, but the environment looked different as they approached the hotel; the buildings were more modernized and he could see more luxury cars passing by at intervals.

A convoy of luxury vehicles followed by a police van with blaring sirens zoomed past them and the Uber driver veered off the road as the police van missed his car by inches and a police man lashed a whip at his car.

"God punish you Idiot! Greedy politicians!" He shouts after the convoy has passed, "Oga e be like say you no dey talk much," the man said trying to catch a glimpse of the strange white man through the rear view mirror.

"No, if I give you some money will you let me be?"