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My Name Is Onyiyenchi

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My name is Onyiyenchi

Today I called a guy

He arrived within seconds

You can even call him a one minute man

He didn't disappoint

He didn't complain

He waited for me till I was ready

The perfect gentleman

I sat in his car, and he drove me to see another man

Immediately I alighted, I felt nostalgic

I was sad to see him go

I wanted to follow him back

I knew what awaited me

But I couldn't help myself

Like I predicted

The abuse started the second I walked in

Just a tad bit late because of the traffic

Yet he wouldn't take excuses for an answer

They are for the weak...he says

I was hurt over there

He shouted at me over and over again in the presence of everyone

Rained curses

Complained

Screamed at the slightest provocation

And when it was evening, the same man that brought me, came again to pick me

He was nice

He didn't shout

He didn't complain

Even when I wasted time coming out....he was ever the perfect gentleman

He took me home

And smiled as I settled him

Today I found the perfect man

And it wasn't love...

It was Taxify. 

(Non-lagosians, taxify is the equivalent to uber, a company that provides transportation services commercially..like your perfect taxi for hire.)

I'll use their services again to the office tomorrow, hopefully I'll get in on time so my stupid boss won't find a reason to be dramatic again.

My name is Onyiyenchi and I'm a working class lady.

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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