Removing my glasses, cleaning them on my body-hug sweater dress, and putting them back on to make sure I was seeing clearly, I stared intently at my phone screen which had the Google maps app opened.
"Oga, are you sure you're going the right way? This is not the route that's on Google maps! Abeg o," I asked.
I hoped fervently that I hadn't entered the Uber of a kidnapper or a ritualist like all the stories circulating in the newspapers and blogs for the past week.
Saying a prayer in my heart, I waited for the driver to stop laughing and talk.
"Ma-madam—" He started and then was cut off by another bout of laughter erupting from him.
I minimized the Google maps and went back to the Uber app to check and confirm the face of the driver sitting beside me.
