I’ll address this separately because this is my philosophy to most things btw.
Having a very reliable car is important. But owning a car you actually like, enjoy driving and smile every time you enter it is an important point as well.
There’s no emotional lever a Toyota pulls in my mind.
This sentences by Van Gogh hits hard:
“If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is a grass in the beginning.”
I’m not a Danfo bus driver, but as a full-time Keke Maruwa rider, I’ll share my own perspective 😂🚶🏽♂️
Honestly, it’s not anything mystical—it’s experience combined with some serious “street mathematics.” 😭
My fuel gauge has been out of order for months. Completely gone. No warning, no farewell.
Yet somehow, I can tell almost exactly when my fuel is about to run out.
Not by revelation—just calculation, observation, and a bit of hard-earned struggle.
For example:
If I buy ₦4,000 worth of fuel, I already have a mental estimate of:
How many trips it should last
Which routes consume more fuel
When I should start preparing to refuel
As soon as it gets close to that point, I don’t take chances.
I refuel immediately and reset my internal calculations.
But to be honest, it wasn’t always this smooth.
I learned the hard way. 😭
There was a time I always carried extra fuel in a small plastic bottle.
Because if your fuel finishes on the road without a backup…
That’s instant embarrassment and wasted time.
Passengers won’t wait. Within seconds, they’ve moved on to another keke—no sympathy, no payment, nothing. You’re just left there questioning your life choices.
So whenever it happened, I’d quietly pour a little from my reserve and manage to the nearest filling station.
That’s how I began to understand my fuel patterns.
Now, with fuel prices behaving like Bitcoin—completely unpredictable 😭—
There are days I start work with an empty tank and an empty pocket.
I’ll buy ₦1,000 worth of fuel in a small container, start the day like that, and after one or two trips, I reinvest:
Fuel → Trip → Fuel → Trip → Repeat
That cycle continues until I finally stabilize and make some profit.
Over time, you begin to notice patterns:
Some routes consume significantly more fuel
Bad roads increase fuel usage (and stress levels)
Heavier passengers = more fuel consumption
Free-flowing roads save fuel
Even how you press the accelerator matters
If you drive aggressively like you’re in Formula 1, your fuel will disappear very quickly 😭
So you learn discipline:
Smooth acceleration
Gentle braking
No unnecessary rough driving
Eventually, something interesting happens—
Your brain becomes the fuel gauge.
You just know:
“This fuel is almost finished.”
Even the engine sound changes slightly, like it’s giving you a warning.
The truth is, we may not have working gauges, but we rely on experience—distance, sound, movement, and pattern recognition.
This job trains you beyond just driving:
Driver 🤝 Mechanic 🤝 Mathematician 🤝 Economist 🤝 Part-time Prophet 😭
So no, it’s not revelation.
But if you want to call it something…
You can call it street prophecy 😂🔥
Tales of a Keke Rider. 🚶🏽♂️