How I Failed my UK Driving Test
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How I Failed My UK Driving Test After Dodging Potholes in Nigeria

Picture me driving through the bustling streets of Lagos, Nigeria, dodging traffic jams, potholes the size of craters, and daredevil motorcyclists weaving in and out of lanes like they’re auditioning for a Fast and Furious movie. You’d think after mastering the chaos of Nigerian roads, passing my driving test in the UK would be a breeze, right? Wrong.

Confidence At First UK Driving Test

There I was, feeling like a seasoned pro behind the wheel, ready to conquer the streets of London with my trusty steering wheel and a playlist full of Afrobeats. Little did I know, the driving gods had other plans.

Then, Reality Hits

As I pulled up to the test centre, brimming with confidence, I smirked at how easy this was going to be. After all, surviving Lagos traffic should make a simple UK driving test a walk in the park, right?

Wrong again.

The Test Begins

From the moment the examiner hopped into the passenger seat, I felt the pressure mounting. Suddenly, every roundabout, pedestrian crossing, and traffic sign seemed to mock me with their unfamiliarity. My confident navigation of Nigerian roads was now replaced with the daunting task of deciphering UK road signs and mastering parallel parking like a true Brit.

Needless to say, things didn’t go according to plan. I stalled at a traffic light and even forgot which side of the road to drive on (spoiler alert: it’s the left). My attempt at parallel parking looked more like a three-point turn gone wrong than anything resembling parking.

As the examiner scribbled away on his clipboard, I couldn’t help but hang my head in defeat. My dreams of conquering UK roads would have to wait. But I survived the chaos of Nigerian traffic, and that has to count for something, right?

Embracing the Journey

Here’s to failing spectacularly at something I thought I had in the bag and embracing the mishaps and misadventures that come with driving. Whether in the bustling streets of Lagos or the orderly lanes of London, it’s all part of the journey. And who knows? Maybe next time, I’ll remember which side of the road to drive on. Then again, maybe not.

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