Adventures Of Oko Ashawo The Uber Driver - 13

Oko ashawo and women!!!

On This day my phone alarm rang and woke me up from sleep by 9pm. I had traveled earlier in the day and only realized how tired I was as I struggled to get out of bed in preparation to set out to work.

Lara had booked for my service and needed me to pick up a cake from her best friend Bisola, before coming over to her place that night. It was her 25th birthday and she would be celebrating with her friends at the club.

Lara, a beautiful, tall, fair skinned and busty lady would turn heads as she walked by. Being a fashion and gadget freak, she loved to show off and stand out wherever she went.

She asked me to pick her and her friends up by 11pm from her residence to drop off at her birthday party in one of the night clubs.

I got to Lara's place promptly and informed her of my arrival. She asked if I had  the cake with me, which I affirmed. She then told me she would join me shortly and ended the call. It took a while as usual before they joined me.

As they were approaching the car, I could hear Lara telling her friends to hurry up as they were already running late.

I was stunned at what they wore that night. I had never seen such designs made with Ankara. I couldn't help but steal glances as they entered the car. Their clothes were so revealing with more than half of their busts exposed. The slits on the dresses were so high and I could almost swear that they didn't use more than 2 yards each to make those clothes.

As Lara made to get in at the front seat, she had a wardrobe malfunction and her breasts popped out. Her friends laughed at her and teased me also to stop looking at the pop outs but i didn't even realize that I had my gaze fixed on her chest. Hmmmmm.... These girls were definitely out for the kill that night. They all wore same material and I wondered why they chose to wear 'Asoebi' for a mere birthday celebration. I kept on stealing glances as we drove to the club.

When we arrived, the girls spent extra time in the car making up, adjusting their clothes and putting on their shoes. Lara made a few calls and some of her friends who were already in the club came to the car park to join her. Bisola was absent and didn't pick either when she put a call through to her. Dressed in the same Ankara material, they all filed up and ushered Lara into the club in a grand style.

Lara sent me a text to come inside and join them in the celebration saying that I was part of her special guests.

When I got inside, I could count about 15 of her friends in all who wore same Ankara and from the designs I saw, it looked like they were competing for who would expose their bodies the most. Only about 3 of them wore something that looked a bit decent. I continued feeding my eyes for a bit and watched them dance with a few of the guys present.

After asking for just cake,i went back to the car to rest and wait till my service was needed again.

At about 4am, Lara asked me to drop off a few of a few of her friends and come back for her as soon as I was done. Only one of them was ready to go as the others were already hooked up for the night. I dropped her at home and was back within the hour

When I got back to the club, Lara was having an argument with 2 of the bouncers and a waiter. She was held down and told she had a balance of about 230 thousand naira for the food and drinks. She tried to convince them to trust her to make the payment later in the day but all of her pleading was to no avail.

She had relied on her boyfriend, Tunde who promised to foot the bill for her birthday party but his number didn't go through and he did not show up. According to her, Tunde had asked her to go ahead as he would send money to her account and join her at the party.

She kept trying his number and it didn't go through. I waded in and negotiated with the management of the club. At the end, her iPhone was seized from her as a collateral and she was given 2 days to come up with the money.

While taking her back in the car, she cried all the way and regretted why she spent so much, saying her boyfriend ruined her birthday party for her while her friends didn't contribute anything but kept ordering for drinks and food. She lamented about how she would have to pay the debt, which meant taking money from her savings and borrowing.

After dropping her at home, she didn't have any money on her to pay for my services. I felt irritated and was livid even though I suppressed the feeling. These clients have a way of frustrating someone. How can I be working all night and not have value for it? She promised to call me and make up for it the following day.

I don't know how she did it but later that evening, she called me to take her to the club and she settled the outstanding bills and got her phone back. She also paid for my services and still reiterated that if she had known, she wouldn't have celebrated her birthday by spending so much since everything was now a waste and most of all, she's now a debtor.

She then told me to take her to Tunde's house since she hadn't heard from him. She resolved to surprise him by not calling first.

When we got there, his car was not parked at the usual spot, which indicated that he wasn't at home. She then decided to wait for him and told me I could go.

As I left there, while still on the street, Tunde drove past towards his house with a lady seated in front. On a closer look, I saw that it was Bisola.

I laughed and drove out of there fast. I could only imagine the brewing drama ahead.

*Na so Ashawo dey behave nau,them no dey ever loyal...never!!