Survival Of The Loudest? A True Nigerian Story

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LASTMA-fighting-bus-driverCruising down the street this past Sunday when a car swung I mean jumped into my lane from the other side of the road.

I say “jumped” because instead of turning into the first lane, he decided to jump all the way into the second lane! So by the time I saw him, it was too late! Gbam! Crash! Clang!

I pulled over to the side of the road as sounds of horns from impatient drivers pierced my ears.

I accessed the damage … front light broken, side panel dinged, baby light abi fog light disengaged … I reviewed the cost in my head. At least N50,000 give or take.

If this was America, we would have exchanged Insurance information and left it to the insurance company to haggle over the cost.

But this was Nigeria where it was survival of the loudest or the most connected as the case maybe. If you can argue loudly in Nigeria you can drive on the wrong side of the road and still claim that you are right. And if you are rich or connected, you could pick up the phone and call that police officer or that army officer to beat the individual regardless of who is wrong or right. You can even get them to carry his car to the police station.

But if the level of loudness or connections balanced out … the decision defaults to the crowd. The collection of concerned and nosy passers-by, touts and road side sellers.

But today there was no crowd, my phone had no connection I mean contacts with connections, I was not loud and he was not loud. We just looked at each other …

I looked at him, he looked at me, I looked at my car, he looked at my car too, he looked at his car and I looked at his car too … a beat up panel-beated piece of loose metal panels held together by hope and prayers. After 5 minutes of looking, I just entered my car and drove off…THE END

Now I know some people are disappointed with the end of this story. With the fact that there was no action, there was no slapping or shouting, or collecting money or escorting him to the police station. You probably wanted a more climatic ending. But I learned there are just some things not worth fighting or stressing over.

You see, no matter how much I screamed or who I called, the maximum amount of money I would probably get from that guy would have been 5K and that would be stretching my luck. So rather than wasting my time and stressing my life, I just went home.

And its okay to go home, its okay to act un-Nigerian and not scream and shout. And that’s life … some battles you fight and others you let go… because the reward of victory is just not worth the fight sometimes.

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12 comments on “Survival Of The Loudest? A True Nigerian Story

  1. Really an unnigerian response with no words exchanged.
    And like you said you wouldn’t have even gotten up to that 5k like you said. He might even start claiming some right or spew some insults.

    Sorry about the damages.
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  2. dollipeezle on said:

    Ofili has always proven immune to the Nigerian syndrome. You saved yourself the time and energy as well as possible embarrassment. Sadly however, it’s no secret that our “big men and women” would rather want to show themselves.

  3. Gerry Bond on said:

    Typical me I can say Mr Ofili…
    Its a pity.
    But what if Mr Ofili what if as u weren’t ready to shout or talk n he starts (talking or shouting) … Maybe ur reaction might be affected n effected …
    Still Gerry Bond

  4. This is so like me.
    I don’t understand why people would waste so much time shouting, block the road and still achieve nothing.
    It can pain sha, but i would rather bear to cost quietly than do it with a head ache.
    Kpele so your car sha.

  5. Thank God for your life, it could’ve been worse. SMH! The whole situation in our country wears me out, it’s as if nothing works. There’s always a story( mostly negative), even when it starts out positive you await the ‘but’ and it surely comes. Mtchewww…

  6. Okey, pele. But you need to insure your car, with a real insurance company, not that third party insurance paper they give you at the VIO. GT Assur, Aiico, Sovereign Trust incurance are a couple of the good ones. With Sovereign Trust, the company I used last year, they send across a mechanic to estimate the damages and fix up the car for you. The other ones might give you an option to take the money and fix it with your mechanic. Instead of just lookin at each other, you could have still taken his information (name, address, his vehicle reg, witnesses and details of damage) and used it to fill out your claims form.

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