My Uber Driver

 By Quadry Olalekan

While on my way to meet the permanent secretary at the Ministry of Forestry in Ogun State in Nigeria days ago, my uber driver randomly stroke a conversation with me. He assumed that I was one of those Africans who live in the western diaspora. He began with with a very harsh and sweepy assumption and criticism of his fellow Africans (Nigerians) living abroad. He said that he wasn’t sure whether I am the “bad kind or good kind who invest in our economy or the bad kind who are here for our capitalism gains or politics.” 

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