It’s no news that ethnicity has become a disease we all must be cured from. But when it shows in every single act we put up as a people even on the streets, then we need to be conscious!
We were almost at the T junction around Mobil filling station at ijaiye Ogba, when a young chap drove all the way from the opposite direction (Wempco rd) into smartie mart without caution (I’m sure he thought himself smart!). It wasn’t his right of way, so I was aghast! Why do people behave in such manner? What if cars didn’t stop for him? What if…? Then I got a disparaging response from my driver.
“You go don know say na Yoruba boy be dat” he blurted! Still smiling, I pressed further, “how do you know he is a Yoruba boy?” “Na them no dey get sense at all” he finished!
Mo r’ógo! Ki la gbe, ki le ju? What a fallacy of hasty generalization! I knew it would be a fruitless journey trying to let him know that generalising untoward acts made by one person has done more harm than good in this clime of ours. I therefore kept quiet and soon got down from the tricycle.
Just then, I recalled that the driver is known for his garrulity.