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Being a Good Samaritan can be an exhausting, thankless task, and yet, sometimes, be something that you wouldn’t be comfortable not doing.

It’s especially more exasperating when the person Fate has thrust on you to babysit is a pampered JJC transitioning from Abuja to Lagos.

I was on my way out of the airport, after a particularly hectic working day. It was 7pm, and sunset had settled over the skies, bringing with it an accompaniment of twinkling city lights and the sedate frenzy of commuters anxious to get home. I was tired, but it wasn’t the drop-in-bed-and-its-lights-out kind of tiredness. I was simply looking forward to getting home, making myself a cup of hot chocolate milk-and-milo, and burrowing under the bed covers to watch a movie on my laptop.

“Excuse me, please… Hello…”

That plaintive voice was to be the beginning of the ruin of the evening I’d planned.

I turned around, even as I walked on the tarmacadam, headed for the bus stop outside the airport premises. My brows were lifted enquiringly as my gaze settled on the young man hurrying up to me. He was tall, as tall as I am, and skinny, head barbered very low, and clad in a shirt untucked over a pair of skinny jeans. A pair of boots on his feet and a pair of sunglasses tucked over the hem of his side jeans pocket finished his attire, and as he swaggered toward me, one hand pulled at a valise behind him, while the other held onto an iPhone.

I knew, even before he started talking, that this guy hadn’t just flown in from Sokoto.

“Excuse me, please, can you tell me how to get to Ketu?”

“Sure,” I said, and then pointing to the bus stop that was a few yards away from us, I continued, “You just enter a bus there going to Naco, stop at the last bus stop, enter a bus going to Oshodi, and then from Oshodi, enter another bus going to Ojota. The conductor will be calling Ketu-Ojota, because they’ll get to Ketu after Ojota…”

The guy was heaving a heavy sigh before I was done. “So, I’ll have to enter like three buses to get there?” The sorrow marinating his words was almost comical.

I know, brother, I thought amusedly. I know that feeling. The prospect of that many buses just to get to one place depresses even the hardcore Lagosian.

“So there’s no other way?” he asked, looking hopefully at me, as though I was a magician trusted to whip out a better alternative from my long, black hat.

“You could always charter a taxi,” I suggested.

“Yes, but those ones inside the airport are expensive,” he complained.

“How much were they charging?”

“Like 5 grand,” he replied curtly.

I winced inwardly. That was pretty steep. But I wasn’t very surprised. It was nighttime. These airport taxi men would bank on the late hour and the anxiety of passengers with no private means of transportation to make money.

“Well,” I said, “that’s not very surprising. It’s late after all –”

“It’s just seven o’clock,” the boy interrupted indignantly, flicking up his wrist to reveal an expensive-looking watch with a brand name that’s probably something exotic. “See? Just a few minutes past seven, and they are charging five thousand. For what!”

I shrugged. “Well, you can always charter out here. But I must warn you, if they’re going below five grand, I’m not sure it will get any lower than two grand.”

“This is rubbish!” he exploded. “Two grand to take me to Ketu that’s just here!” he finished with a wild gesticulation of his hand in the air.

Ketu that’s just here – where do you know Ketu is? I wanted to retort. Instead, I said, “It doesn’t matter. It’s because it’s nighttime. Normally, in the daytime, it shouldn’t be more than one-five.”

“Even one-five is too much sef!” he fumed.

Oh really? “Where did you come in from sef?” I asked.

“Abuja.” He said that with a certain pomposity, the airs of one who thinks he’s doing Lagos a certain favour by deigning to visit.

That didn’t rankle me. It amused me. I swept a cursory glance over him, and noted that his valise was left standing on its own a few metres away from him, while he tapped on the keypad of his iPhone. “Where is this guy’s number?” he kept muttering before fishing out a BB10 phone from his pocket to continue looking for ‘this guy’s number’ in it.

Two smartphones, with their LED lights brightly glowing in the night, and his overnight case standing unmonitored by his side… This guy is a street-side robber’s dream, I thought, before saying, “Hello?”

He looked up.

I pointed at the valise. “You really shouldn’t leave your suitcase that far away from you.”

He quickly pulled the case to him and held on to its handle.

“And your phones, do you really need to be flashing both of them around?”

He promptly slid the iPhone into his pocket. He caught my brows arched over a meaningful gaze I was directing at the other pocket where the sunglasses were overhanging. I didn’t need to say anything. He untucked the shades, unzipped the side section of the valise, and the glasses vanished inside.

Someone’s learning fast.

“So about the taxi…” I began.

“Well, uh, about the bus ride,” he said, “how did you say I’ll go again?”

I repeated the directions. He must have been hoping he hadn’t heard me correctly the first time, because he looked more crestfallen when I finished.

“And you say to get a taxi is how much?”

Really? I’m just going to keep repeating myself? “Why don’t we flag one down and find out,” I said.

I gestured an unmarked taxi to a stop by the road beside us, and I moved closer to negotiate with the driver. Expectedly, his last price was 2500 naira. He wouldn’t budge below that. I stepped back and waved him away. Two other cab drivers after him stuck to 2000. Even the third driver stepped out of the cab to come stand beside us, and coo to us about the advantages of letting him carry the fare.

But my dear coming-from-America-Abuja ward would have none of it.

“What about the person you came to see?” I finally asked, voicing my incomprehension over how he, obviously a stranger to Lagos, had been left to find his way to his destination. “Isn’t he or she supposed to come pick you up?”

“It’s my friend, and the guy said there’s major traffic on the way. So he drove back home, and told me to hustle my way to his house.”

The thoughtlessness of some friendships, I thought caustically. Just imagine! “Can you at least call him to let him know you’re here and might be having a hard time coming on your own?”

“I’ve already called him to let him know I’ve arrived.”

The expression on my face seemed to ask: And?

He chose to ignore the silent question. Instead he said, “What if we go to Oshodi and charter a taxi from there… surely it will be cheaper if we charter from there.”

Whoa, whoa, mister! Where’s this ‘we’ stuff coming from?! “I’m not going with you to Oshodi,” I said.

“You’re not?” His expression betrayed how much I’d just broken his heart with what I said.

It’s not you, it’s me, I thought. “I’m headed home, in a different direction,” I replied.

He sighed heavily again, before blustering, “But this is bullshit. In Abuja, taxis don’t cost this much nau. Haba!”

I tried to remember the last time I visited Abuja in November, and the cab fare I paid when I was conveyed from Galadima to Nnamdi Azikiwe Airport. I’m pretty sure the price hadn’t been peanuts. What was this one now talking about?!

He went on fuming, “I’ve heard that things in this city are so damn expensive, and this proves it!”

I tried not to let my jaw drop open in outrage. This coming from someone who lives in Abuja?! Oh, this is rich! I heaved a sigh of my own just then, cutting into his rant. This guy needed to make up his mind already. I really had to be going. I’d already witnessed several buses stopping at the bus stop, filling up and joining the maelstrom of traffic on the main road. I should already be at home now, in bed, sipping on that cup of hot chocolate milk-and-milo and chuckling to the brilliant antics of Alicia Florrick in The Good Wife.

“So what option are you going to take?” I finally asked.

He paused, heaved another sigh, leaned on his right leg, changed position to lean on his left leg, placed a hand on his waist, heaved another sigh, stared morosely at his BB10 phone, shook his head, heaved another sigh –

OH, COME ON! Make up your mind already! I was this close to tearing my hair out in frustration. You look like a rich kid. Pay the taxi fare of 2000 and be on your merry way already! This and many more I wanted to scream at him, but you wouldn’t know it by looking at me. I was the very soul of civility, with a smile holding my lips up and an indulgent expression etched on my face. That was me at my best Nollywood acting moment.

We stood there, held in limbo for about ten more minutes, watching the flow of traffic and negotiating with two more cab drivers who simply couldn’t fathom picking up a fare all the way to Ketu for anything less than 2000 naira.

Eventually, one of them returned on foot from the other side of the road. He had a proposition. He had picked up another fare, a female, who wanted to drop at Alausa. And so, if my coming-from-America-Abuja ward didn’t mind sharing the cab and enduring a detour, then he would accept the fare of 1, 500 naira. The guy looked enquiringly at me, as though waiting for me to sanction the taxi man’s offer.

I nodded my acquiescence. “Yes, that’s fair,” I said to him.

“Okay then,” he said to the driver.

“Oya, make we dey go,” the driver said, before turning to lurch back across the road. “My motor and the girl dey that side.”

The guy started after him, and then turned back to me to gush his appreciation. “Thank you so very much. It was really nice of you to endure with me all this while. My name is Ade by the way, what’s your own name?”


“Thank you once again, Walter. What do you do, do you work here?” He jerked his head in the direction of the airport.

Oh, so now, we are getting to know each other? I thought, before saying, “Yes, I do.”

“Okay. Please, may I have your number so I can call you in case of anything…”

This Good Samaritan job never really ends, does it? I called out my digits to him and he keyed them in on his phone. And then, we shook hands before he darted after the taxi driver across the road.

Watching him go, a wave of paranoia instantly surged through me. The taxi driver… A female passenger… A detour… This had all the makings of a set-up. I had to stifle the impulse to follow after them to check out that the driver at least had a vehicle and another passenger waiting to share the cab with Ade. Alicia Florrick was calling to me biko.

And so, I said a short prayer for Ade, and turned to be on my way.

The next morning, he called. “Hey, Walter, sorry I didn’t call you back yesterday night. I got to my friend’s place okay. Thanks again for your patience yesterday.”

And with a smile, I answered, “You’re welcome.”

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Photo credit: @candidlagos on Instagram

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Walt Shakes(@Walt_Shakes) is an award-winning Nigerian writer, poet and veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word. the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter.

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  1. Ahahahahaha, praise God oh, I was already in fear for the young fellow, he was so ripe for plucking by no-gooders. By the way so you can be this nice Walter? I’m impressed.
    Hope we’ll see more of ‘Lagos Diaries’ and promptly too ehn Mazi Walter?

  2. Hahahahaha. Oh this is hilarious, Abuja people and yeye forming. A female friend of mine updated on her PM recently, “Abuja boys, Gucci wearing, iphone 6 using, Rolls Royce driving, no money in pocket. Stop forming”
    Lagos airport is even better located. Land in Abuja and the least fare to leave that airport is 5k, no negotiations.

    • shakespeareanwalter

      EXACTLY! I know the amount I paid for my fare back to the airport wasn’t something to sneeze at. So the guy’s posturing seemed pointless to me.

  3. But wait cabs are really cheap in abuja! I pay 1500 from the airport to gwarinpa! Meanwhile from lagos airport to even sheraton there, lagos cabs will open their chewing stick mouth and say 5k!

    What I always do is walk out of the airport and haggle with those ones outside, cos those ones inside can charge you more than what u paid to fly sef!

    Walter I was gonna say something, then I decied to drink tea!

    • shakespeareanwalter

      Hahahahahahahaha. Chewing stick mouth… Charge you more than what u paid to fly sef… LMAO! Abuja cabs are plenty expensive joor.

    • Abeg do you have the cab guys number, its a crime not to collect the number ooooo. Yes cabs in abuja are cheap, within the city area, same thing in Lagos but who would want to take a cab with one bus would take you there for fifty naira out slightly higher

  4. Lucky him and patient you. I probably would have brought up some lame excuse and left him to make his decision alone. Then again, I may have withstood the test of time for future relationship. Who knows, the bobo might be a real catch!

    • shakespeareanwalter

      Hahahahahaaa!!! Why evuls. So your Good Samaritan gene is conditioned for better-better things, ei?

  5. That guy is from Kuje biko!! We in Abuja, we no de fall hand like that!! :/ :/

    Wally, remember that time when I enter Lag, I charter taxi na!! Didn’t i??

    *glaring at him with my evil eye*

  6. Wally is a good boy. Wally is a good boy. *in the tune of nye-nye-nye-nye-nye*

  7. Chai……the things this one would very likely go through before he leaves Lagos. A mini-walter, right there *run run*

  8. Lols!!!!!!! Na wa o! Thank God sey we sef don enter ABJ b4, abi nor be so Wally, remember that time we enter Abj for nite naa, wey dem taxi drivers dey charge us the kind money wey go pay half our ticket back to Lag! Kai. But u try o, we have that in common. I can be patient with ppl ehn, even when I’m under the duress of a terrible headache, which I have often whenever I’m excessively stressed. Thank God he got to his friend’s safe and sound! Lols…

  9. Abuja cabs are not so expensive o, only the airport cabs and its when you are going from one end to the other eg airport to karu or kubwa. Lagos cabs especially the airport cabs are a rip off. Going from Ota to VI i ve been charged 9k before! !! For why na? Walter but you are nice o. Me i for dey fear the Ade sef. Which kain guy no know Lagos, left his phones in clear sight…haaa

  10. Lmao…. Lagos Dairies Is Back… The Good Samaritan woh.

    Emmm Shakes, can I have your digits so I can just put it somewhere online so that people who are lost and need directions in Lasgidi can call you…..

  11. Hmmmn…kept picturing Walter’s mood all the while waiting…lol. But thank God all later went well. But I wonder, which kind human being would allow a total stranger to find his way in a city as Lagos? Any way, whatever is between them is between them…Walter, you’ve done your part…good samaritan indeed…lol.

  12. Doing good has its emotional advantages. I belive you must have felt good when thinkingabout what happened later.

    • shakespeareanwalter

      Of course. that feeling you get like you’ve impacted someone’s life positively… Very heady feeling.

  13. Oh my…. You’re really really patient man!!…

    Its the ‘good samaritan’ not err.. ‘patient, good samaritan’… If someone haggles this much with me in the evening when im supposed to be somewhere else, errr… i would excuse myself…

    Because of kini??…

    Damn, you tried… and it was a guy, not a lady… *sobs loudly*…. I need you in my life Sir Walter… I need a dear friend like you…

    • shakespeareanwalter

      Hahahahahahaa! Maybe I should put up a shingle. And offer my ‘patient Good Samaritan’ services for a ‘modest fee’. 🙂

  14. Btw… had to send the link to this post to a friend that stays in Abuja…

    She keeps arguing with me that Abuja children aren’t spoilt… tueh!

  15. Potential boyfriend

    “American Husband”…LOL

  16. I am generally nice to strangers, especially when they are goodlooking!

  17. Thank God o. the way the bobo was screaming, I was beginning to think he would finally whisper, ‘abeg Bros help me with small something’.
    You are the Good Samaritan, he is the thankful leper, some would not bother, y’know.

  18. Nice mr Walter! Good samaritan

  19. Boda Udeme is a good man, hiya hiya ho!

    Nice thing you did there bro. Bless you

  20. Chinyere Nkemjika

    Hehehhehe! Cant stop laughing. Walter you are really patient oo. Dont worry, i owe you a bottle of Malt.

  21. lmao! This was such a nice read! Did that really happen? Lol you’re extra nice o, me i don’t even give such people audience at all in the first place.

    PS: 2k is truly a RIP OFF!!! :-/

  22. happy blessed new year bro…abg no vex Lagos diaries na real tori as in d matter hapen gan gan abi na just one of ur awesome non-fiction tales dem?!..Salute!!!

  23. in my attempt to convince you and not to confuse you bro i actually meant ‘fiction tales’ not non-fiction…d distinction between em sometimes dribbles me….Respect!!

    • shakespeareanwalter

      They are not fiction, the dairies. They actually happened. that’s why the episodes are not consistent. Becos I usually wait for something remarkable to happen to or around me, before I write it up and update. 🙂

  24. Walter u try o. With all his Abuja forming he cannot even pay 2k for taxi to ketu. Na wa o.

  25. Awww…Walter is such a nice guy! I was thinking the good Samaritan gene was only for the babes…hehehe

  26. Sir Walter…you can write ehn!

    I salute your good samaritaness…ahn ahn, that guy sef…he too form…
    What’s with all the big big grammar & glazing of watch, phones, valise…

    I guess deep down, this Ade guy is a stingy koko…

    Good thing he called you in the morning.


  27. You know Walter, if this were an episode in the smash hit reality shows, ‘Pranked’ and or ‘Boiling Point’, one of which is hosted by the hot, pretty witty Ashton Kutcher; you’d win hands down! Gosh! For patience, I give you straight A’s! However did you pull that off or was it simply one of ’em days?! Pray tell! As much as I pride myself ‘patient’ and sweet, this Ade dude, all ostentatiously dressed and not willing to part with some extra dough to get to his destination, will simply burst ma balls and I’ d just find means of removing myself from such a situation, especially after a hard day’s work! Abeg, I no fit biko, I’ll have to pass on that one! Wetin??? LMAO!

    Awesome write Walter, always great to read your witty diaries! Always! Kudos! LOL

  28. I couldn’t stop laughing…..Good stuff…..Did this really happen? or is a display of your shakesparean skills?

  29. firstlady Temidayo

    Ok. I read this and didn’t drop a comment. Walter please be a good samaritan and forgive me ehn! The prodigal daughter has returned….lol…. I also have dis over nice attitude too, dat I seem to always wanna help till d end. Nice one bruv

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