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 It was almost sunset and Abigail had decided to get some items from the supermarket, close by. She stood in front of her house and beckoned on a popularly known as 'Okada'. Quickly, she jumped on it and the Driver drove off. Soon they got to their destination. Abigail came down from the 'Okada.' and brought out a note from her purse. She handed it to the Okada rider. The man looked at the note and hesitated for a while. Abigail was baffled. "What!? Take your money nau!?" She raised her voice. The Okada rider turned his face away. "Madam! Your money na hundred naira o!" He said. Abigail looked at him as she was already enraged.😳 "Ehn!!! This short distance? What is this Lagos turning too? Abeg, take your money Jor!! Na fifty naira dem dey pay o!" Abigail protested. Immediately, the Okada rider stopped his bike and parked by a corner. "Haba! Madam no do like dis na! Give me my money make I dey go!" He lamented. Abigail hissed and threw the money on the floor. "Abeg! Na your money be dat! If you like, take am!" She said as she headed on, however before long, Five more Okada riders had joined them. "Hey! Na wetin dey happen for here!?" They all said one after the other. The Okada driver in contention turned to them. "See me o! I carry this Sisi! She no won pay!" He replied. Abigail had not gone very far when the other Okada riders rushed towards her.
"Haba Madam! Come pay your money na!" They said as one of the men held her by the arm. Abigail stopped and starred at them. She was quite taken aback. Quickly, she pulled her arm of his grip. "Are you okay! Do I look like those girls you mess around with!?" Abigail screamed with anger🙄
 "Madam, na turainchi!(English) you dey speak o! You must pay our brother him complete money o!" One of the Okada riders insisted. Abigail hissed again and continued walking. Suddenly, One of the Okada riders seized Abigail's Purse and then Abigail screamed. "Ole! Ole!(Thief! Thief!) Egbami o!(Help me!).
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