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So this evening, I booked a Bolt ride back home from where I had gone to deliver some books. While waiting at the road for the bolt driver to arrive I saw a flashy Toyota Camry approach me and pull over right in front of me. The driver, a fresh-looking man in his early 30s, leaned in my direction.
“Good evening sir. Are you waiting for me?” He asked.
“Are you the bolt driver?”
“Yes sir. You were the one that booked the ride I suppose?”
“Yes. I did.”
I checked my phone to confirm his identity and it matched.
Then he said to me.
“Please, I will beg for a favor from you. I was just about to rush home to deliver a package to my wife. It is along your route. Just by the road. I hope you won’t mind if I stop just to give her the package before we continue.”
I nodded and told him I had no problem with it. He opened the front door and I told him I wanted to sit at the back.
“Okay, sir. No problem.”
I sat in the back seat and it felt soft. It gave me this feeling of a big man who had a personal driver and it was awesome. I decide to enjoy the moment.
“Turn on the AC. Please.”
He nodded.
“Okay, sir.” And turned on the AC.
“Anything else?”
“No. Let’s go.”
He began the ride and we left
As the ride continued, his phone rang. It was his wife calling. He picked up the call and put it on the loudspeaker
“Hello.” His wife’s voice sounded over the phone.
“Baby I am on my way home.” He quickly responded.
“Bring my suya na. I will not forgive you this night o.”
He laughed.
“Babe I am coming.”
The call ended and he started laughing.
“That is my wife, sir. You can see she needs her meat.”
I chuckled.
“If you don’t take it to her now you are finished o.”
“I am telling you. She has been on my neck. Pregnancy will make a man a slave. Especially the first pregnancy. Kai.” He shook his head.
We both laughed. I could tell he has been through a lot.
When we got to his house which was by the road, he parked by the gate and I saw the huge house he had. I sat up. It was a big house.
“You have a beautiful house, sir.”
“Thank you.”
“How much does rent cost around here.”
“Na. I built it. We just moved in recently.”
His wife emerged shortly after, heavily pregnant. As she opened the gate I saw a fleet of cars in the compound.
She walked to the car, collected the suya, and kissed him.
“Food is ready.”
“This is my last ride. I will be home now.”
She peeped into the car and greeted me.
“Good evening, sir.”
“Good evening ma,” I responded quickly.
He drove off.
I asked him why he chose to be a bolt driver when he was obviously comfortable with flashy cars and a beautiful house.
He smiled.
“I am just doing this for fun. I have my businesses. Just that today is one of those days I decided to run around and keep myself busy.”
“What business do you run, sir.”
“I have three filling stations in Jos. A supermarket and I run a shipping company in Lagos.
“And you let me sit at the back of your car like oga, and you were calling me sir.”
He laughed.
“Instead of you driving me I should be the one driving you.”
He laughed hard.
Then he said to me.
“Money shouldn’t define who you are. I see it as nothing. All that matters most should be how much impact you’ve made in the lives of people. All of these are just additions- a reward for a life well lived.”
I sat up.
“Turn Off the AC. I Want to sit in front.”
He burst into laughter.
We got to my house and I made him a transfer. He requested my number and I collected his.
I learned one thing from him.
Humility and secondly.
Money is never enough for the rich.
