Lagos Uber Stories: Old Papa Youngy
<p><em>I’ll be 70 by the end of April and still drive Uber every night. I bought my first car when I was barely 20, and I have been to all the states in Nigeria except that I never travelled out.</em></p>
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<p>I had to be in Ikeja for the Mainland Block Party. Even though my friends delayed me, I had no choice but to wait for them because they had the tickets to the event. I wasn’t about to pay for the tickets when I could easily forgive and forget their lateness. At least, that’s just one out of 70 x 7. They have four hundred and eighty-nine times left. I still have so much grace for them in my forgiveness book.</p>
<p>Finally, they called, and I was asked to book my ride. It was 11:59 p.m. For a time that late, imagine my surprise when I saw that I was on a ride with a grandpa.</p>
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