Tinu jabbed her horn impatiently with a fisted hand, trying to urge the Toyota Corolla driver in front of her to move faster. She might as well have been screaming into a vacuum cleaner for all the reaction she got from the other driver, who continued to move at an annoying snail-like speed.
She was driving
on the Apapa-Oshodi expressway and was thoroughly frustrated. The first of the
three lanes of vehicles was monopolized by trailers, tankers and similar heavy vehicles
moving at their customary slow pace, so that was a no-go-area. The third lane too
was full of commercial vehicles (danfos, molues, etc) picking and dropping off
passengers. The middle lane she was on, was supposed to be the sane lane, but
for the driver in front of her who had decided to move like a tortoise.
“What madness is
this?” Tinu hissed angrily and tooted her horn some more. “Move man! Imagine! If
this was a woman, people would be full of insults.”
Still no
improvement.
“I have to get out
of this lunatic’s back.” She looked around frantically, seeking for a way of veering
out of her lane and overtaking the retard before her. The trailer lane was still
a no-go, but she observed there was a break in the commercial bus lane, some
metres ahead; apparently the end of the illegal bus-stop.
Quickly, once
there were no more buses on that right lane, she changed lanes.
Now it was time
to overtake the sluggish Toyota Corolla. She “trafficated” left and made to
switch lanes again, but at the very moment, the Toyota Corrolla driver decided
to pace up, accelerating to prevent Tinu overtaking him.
“What?” Tinu was
livid. “See this man o. You’ve been moving like an ant all along and refused to
speed up until I finally got the opportunity to overtake you? What kind of
uselessness is this?”
She increased
her own speed, determined to overtake the driver, whether he liked it or not. But
he accelerated some more too, refusing to let her out-speed him.
“What the
actually hell?”
Tinu wound her
glass down slightly, waiting for an opportunity to give the man a piece of her
mind. Her foot stepped harder on the accelerator.
“What is your
problem…” she yelled when they were finally level, but that was all she had the
opportunity to say. The man zoomed again, putting some metres between his
vehicle and hers.
They got to another
bus stop, so Tinu had to switch back to the middle lane, and was once again
behind the irritating Toyota Corolla.
Dramatically,
the man slowed down now. It was obvious he had only sped up to prevent her from
over-taking him.
“But what is
this man’s problem? Will I overtake his destiny if I overtake him?” she
wondered out loud, to no one but herself. “You don’t want to go fast, yet you
won’t let those who want to go fast see road to go.”
When they left
the bus stop behind, she moved once again to the lane on the right and made to
overtake the Corolla yet again, and once again, the man frustrated her effort
by speeding up to prevent her getting in front of him.
Rage overtook
her and she decided to force herself in front of him, not minding that there
was not enough distance between them for a proper overtake. The man just accelerated
even harder and would have brushed her if she did not quickly veer back to her
own lane.
“Are you mad?”
she screamed at him. They were not quite level but at a hearing distance.
“You are a crazy
woman,” he shot back and sped on.
“I will show you!”
Tinu promised. Her speedometer needle shot over 100, as she stomped fully on
the accelerator. She succeeded in catching up with him and began to out-pace
him. At the last moment, the corolla driver slammed his brakes and Tinu shot effortlessly
in front of him.
“Ehn ehn!” she yelled
triumphantly, then threw a quick glance in the rearview mirror, wondering why
he had suddenly braked. It was then that she noticed there was a broken-down
vehicle right in front of her. She hit the brakes quickly, but it was too late;
she was already too close. Her car rammed fully into the parked, broken-down
bus.
Behind her, the corolla driver switched lanes and continued on his way.
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