When I arrived Nasarawa for a week visit. I was asked not to go on a bike operated by an Hausa man.

First I thought they were discriminating against them. I stood up for them.

Had the opportunity to go find a place to chill. So I stepped out.

“Me Achaba Zo”. Flagging down a bike.

Told him where I was going and I jumped on his bike.

This Bike man started speeding.

I screamed “Oga slow down na”. My Bike man doesn’t understand English and so also don’t understand Hausa.

Well, to cut the long story shot. He got to my destination before me.

I don fall from the stupid guy bike since he didn’t even know.

The person that was waiting for me told me a Bike man is looking for me. Whereas I dey road dey nurse my bruises