You know those rickety rickshaws that were made for only one passenger but drivers in Nigeria won't let us be great so they slap on 3 more passengers?
Yes, those ones.
Here are the problems you face if kekes are a part of your day.
First of all, imagine 7 people struggling to enter that tiny thing clearly knowing it will only accommodate 3 people.
Look at them. So unruly.
When someone now hits your jaw with their eba hand.
You people are savages
You're finally in the Keke and someone is taking all the space
So you can't shift, abi?
Or you're sitting beside the driver and almost falling off so you start begging God to see you to your destination
We all know kekes are cramped but sombody with body odour will still enter
Can't you take okada so everybody can get a whiff of what you're sharing?
And his brother with mouth odour, who has also decided to join the party, won't shut up.
You're in a Keke and rain is still beating you because guess what? Nobody thought of doors
Because it was meant for one passenger.
Someone with a bucket of crabs gets in and places it behind you so now you're praying to God that crabs don't bite your ear off.
They are not selling new ear at obalende o
You eventually get off the Keke and can begin your daily episodic thoughts on 'Why Was I Born In Nigeria?'