Chapter 249: Classic Driver

When I got there aunty Paula was in her sitting room, watching a Bollywood movie, the same that mom was watching, she sat on her chair crossed legs, she was seriously focussed on her television.

"Good afternoon ma" I greater her.

Afternoon my dear, she responded to me without even looking at my face, she seemed so carried away, and that movie was not even a new movie, it was pretty old, I have seen mom watch that movie more than four or five times, and im sure she had also seen it too. 

"Don't mind me, Damian, this movie is really getting the better part of me. So, Cynthia told me that you people are going out today, to your uncle's place, and she said that you people are organizing a party tomorrow."

"Yes ma., I responded.

"Why are you standing? Are you waiting for me to ask you to sit? Common, you are not a stranger in this house, you shouldn't be expecting to be given or told some things, you should learn to know that you should do some things without being permitted to." So she said go me when she realized that I was still standing since I came in. I actually do even know why I was standing, maybe was only trying to see the movie that was played.TV on the Cynthia had already gone into her room to dress, she never waited for a second, she just went in straight into her room immediately after we came in.

After she said that, I walked to a seat near her's and sat there, she turned to me, now abandoning the television but still with the remote in her hand...

"My dear, your mom said there will be two bouncers there."

"Yes ma, two bouncers that will see that we are in our best conduct ma, we are only having a get-together, it is not like it is one party or something, you know how it is ma, we are just to sit talk and dance, and on a normal the bounced will man there, making sure that no one misbehaves, and aside from the bouncers, you know I will always have her back, just as I know that she will also have mine." So I said to her, I explained things to her so that she will not have any reason to say no.

"Well, no problem, her father had already permitted her to go, he said, since you are there that she can go. The man has a strong fate in you. But my dear, you know my fear, ut is the same with your mom's, it is the moral conduits of those boys home I do not know the quality of home training that they got from their various homes."

"Hahaha... Mom, we do not make anyhow friends, we are good people and we roll with good people too."

I said to her

"Now Damian, please, promise me that you will never leave her side, and you will never let her off your sight, you know she is a girl, and I don't even know what you guys will be drinking. So please I want you to always be by her side, don't let those useless boys talk or even dance with her." She pleaded with me. Hahaha, she never k ow that I will do that even without her asking me, now she is begging me to do that which I have always wanted to do, very hilarious.

"Ok ma, I will do just that." 

"I trust you."

Not after a long time, Cynthia came out of her room looking like one pop star. Cynthia has got this body of a model, whatever she puts on gives her the perfect fit, her round buttocks give her a superb fit on any clothe especially trousers. 

"I am ready, can we go now?"

She asked me with that little pink and black bag which held in her hand.

"Ok, we can." I responded.

"Mom, mom... We want to go." She said trying to call back the attention of her mom who had once again sold her attention to the movie that she was watching.

"Ok, be sad, that on is your own problem." She said, Cynthia was trying to talk to her, but all she could say was this, a sentence that never meant a meaning as at then, but I later got her, she was only saying things pertaining to the movie and not a response to Cynthia...

"Please forgive me... Hope I did not say something that bad because my mind was totally not here. So what did you say again?

" I said that we want to go." So Cynthia said.

"Ok, go well," she said.

"Mom... What are you talking about? Are you not given me transport money? Haba mom."

Cynthia said to her. 

"Oh my God! Sorry dear, go inside my room, you will see my black bag, the one that I hung beside my dressing mirror, open it, take two thousand nairas." She said and Cynthia rushed into her room, few minutes later, she came out and she said to her mom.

"Thank mom, we are going... The gate."

"Don't worry, just slam it, I will come to lock it later..." so she said as she still seemed carried away by the movie. 

That very day, I had already called fake dad on phone to tell him of our coming, and he asked us to come.

"Ok, that will be awesome, then, since you are coming, there will be no need to send the money to your mom, I will just give it to your hands, ao you may start your purchasing of things immediately." So he said to me over their phone. 

So, Cynthia and I left their home and hit the bus stop where we stood for a while, while standing there, I gook the opportunity to call mom, telling her that we were already at the park waiting for a cab that will take us to fake dad's place. Let it be recorded that I only call Mr. Matt fake dad when I am alone and when I am with mom, I call him uncle in front of other people, and call him dad to his face, he had always asked me to call him that, of course, I am not allowed to call me to call him fake dad anywhere, even mom does not like that anymore, but she just can't say it, but truth be told, the name fake dad suits him more than any other name.

Luckily, we saw a green and white Taxi which we boarded to Gariki, the car was actually very clean, I felt proud to use the car, not like most of the ones which I had used in before days which seemed so rickety and worn out, especially the one which the driver shamed us, I meant the one which Cynthia and I used one day to return from school. I feel shy to retell that part, but both the driver and his car were very bad, his car was as harmful as his mouth which he used to shame us after he caught us kissing at the back of his car while he drive us home. But this car was very clean and it looks new, even the driver dressed well, he even looked like a banker, he wore black plain trousers which were neatly ironed, and a sky blue shirt which he turned in the trouser with nice belts.

"Good afternoon, where are you going to?" The man asked us very politely in a very mild tone mixed with very nice and powerful English. It was obvious that the man was a graduate.

"Good afternoon sir, we are going to Gariki," I responded, and he asked us in, while we were in, we bed the price to an agreeable price before he ignited the car engine and we zoomed off.

"Pardon my curiosity young Mr... You don't look African, yet your accent is purely Nigerian, where are you from?" He asked me but with his eyes still focussed on the highway. I looked at Cynthia before responding.

"I am a Nigerian, and over never left Nigeria, so why won't my accent remain Nigerian?" I responded. 

"Hmm... A half-cast I supposed." The man said yet again.

"Sir, I am born of a Nigerian mother and father." So I said to him firmly.

"Really? Please don't be offended by my curiously, I was only confused because of your eye color and your hair color, not even your skin complexion, because here in Nigeria you can see a different kind of skin color, but it is not every day that you meet one with a long gold hair and a husky blue eyes." The man said with his words been dropped one after the other in the most polite and structured manner.

"As for you, if I may ask: Are you really a taxi driver?"

"Hahaha... Young Sir, your question came a little bit shocking, I am the taxi man driving you to Gariki in his taxi right away, if I am not a taxi driver, what could I possibly be? Well to answer your question, yes, I am a taxi driver." He responded.

"But do you know why I asked?" I asked him again.

"Hmm... I think u do, my dress sense, and the way I talk. Hahaha, well it was not like I had ever wanted to be a taxi driver, I am was a banker, last year 2020 during this locked down and corona non-sense, our bank laid off some staff, and your taxi driver happened to be one of them. And you know how hard it is to get a job in Nigeria, that was the reason why I had to change the paint of my car to this green and white and use it to make little daily income for my family and I. I actually resulted to this after I was tired of job hunting." So he said, really his words were really touching, I was moved by his speech, I turned to go see Cynthia who also felt sober for him. No wonder, I said it, he looked like a banker and the car is way too clean, it was his private car that he just transformed into a taxi cab. Hmm, what we see in this country.

So, we drove on, and in no time we were already at fake dad's place, the man drove us through fake dad's street to his gate.

"I know the owner of this house na, he is a big man, I have seen him on TV several times, he is often invited to business shows. So, is he your father?"

The man asked, this time Cynthia pinched me not to answer that, so I kept my cool, I just elites from the cab, and was Cynthia do the same. I paid the man and he thanked me, I also asked him to keep the change when I saw him going through his pigeonhole to get me change, the man thanked me with a million thanks before he left. Even Cynthia was alarmed by the house. 

"Is this your uncle Matt's house? This big? This man is very rich oo, and how come he is this humble. You know my dad said he is a very wealthy man, but his rate of humbleness could not permit us to see the truth in it. God! Baby this is a castle... You know all these castles in core movies." So she said. Well, that was for them that watch Asian movies, I only watch Hollywood movies.

So we clicked on the electronic bell that was at the gate and the Alarm rang on the inside, immediately, the gateman opened the door for use with a bunch of greetings to us, he still remembered me, even those we only met once, and that eas the day we came over to this place, the next day he was on leave and the security man took charge.