I have always enjoyed my journey home
from work because I always have my music as my companion but today I decided to
listen to the voices around my vicinity. The elevator seems jammed and I
decided to take the staircase. Series of greetings exchanged down the hall,
some reply sharply and some replies comes like there was an instant network
disconnection and re-connection because their reply came after about three to
four footsteps apart. They were deep in thought while walking.
Walking towards the gate, the men in
charge were all smiles like a puppy that saw his owner. With astonishing smiles
they said “bros good night o” and courteously I smiled back and gave a Mourinho
kind of nod. Oh were they expecting ‘it’ again today?
Upon arriving at the major road, I saw
two guys exchanging blows like Floyd Mayweather and Bash Ali. These guys should
have represented Nigeria at the just concluded Olympics perhaps they would have
won us a medal. From the uproar I was able to decode that they were fighting
over N100 given to them by a Bus driver who took passengers from the illegal
park. Within a twinkle of an eye, eyes were swollen and blood running down
their nose for N100 sakes. Hmmm, Ilu le, ko s’owo lode.
I finally got on a bus, and the first thing
I noticed was a beautiful lady sitting behind the driver I was really rushing
to sit next to her, at least within the journey home we could kick off a
conversation and maybe exchange numbers. Before I could say Jack Robinson, one
bad sharp guy like Usain Bolt beat me to the seat and I had no choice than to
take the back seat in between two market women. Squeezed in between like bean
cake in bread. Oh am I really on this journey home?
The trouble started when the bus conductor
informed the passengers he will be sharing the seat meant for four people. Like
they were all expecting him to even cough. They all disagreed with him and
instead of him to plead he commanded that whoever is not pleased should come
down. And the next thing I saw was a hot slap…
Who was slapped? Who slapped? And why?
Keep your eyes on this page tomorrow because
My Other Room will be waiting for you!
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