The Okada Man Who Became My Therapist at 6am

I enter okada from Lekki Phase 1 this morning, still half asleep, and the man just start to talk. Not about traffic. Not about fuel price. About his wife.

"She say I no dey romantic," he tell me, swerving past a danfo like he's auditioning for Formula 1. "So I buy her flower. One flower. ₦3,500. She ask me wetin I want. I say nothing, I just want make you happy. She say I must be cheating."

I sat there, holding the back of that bike for dear life, thinking, this man is carrying my whole relationship history on his okada and he doesn't even know it. We reached my stop and he said "Aunty, no vex, I just needed to talk."

So Nigerian men will open up to a total stranger on a moving motorcycle but not to the woman they married. Make it make sense 💀