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    “Owerri, Onitsha, Aba!”
    The park boys cried out, as soon as you
    alighted from an Okada at Maza maza
    park. They hovered around you like
    fruitflies buzzing around rotten
    “First lady, wia you dey go? See clean
    bus hia! Chasis!”
    “Leave my bag alone,” you snarled at
    an overzealous baggageman tugging
    on your baggage.
    “Tomato Jos, come see better bus.”
    Aww… That high-and-mighty feeling
    when a bunch of men fawn over you.
    Business aside, you secretly hoped they
    meant every bit of it.
    “ Mummy mara mma, bia godu ka m
    gosi gi first bus. Come, nne come, we
    will take care of you .”
    Another older stocky man said in low
    tones; he had a fatherly presence.
    “ I’m going to Owerri. And first bus
    please,” you said to him.
    Without saying a word, he picked up
    your bags and nudged you to follow
    him, as if your consent didn’t matter.
    If appearances are anything to go by,
    the stocky man seemed upright. So you
    allowed him lead you into the busy
    park, until you arrived at this decent-
    looking bus company. The company
    signpost read: “ Testimony motors
    (Merry Christmas) ”
    The girl at the ticketing counter
    replied to your barrage of scrutinizing
    questions, just like an interview. Of
    course, why shouldn’t she? If a
    whooping N10,000 was to be paid
    from Lagos to Owerri, one’s comfort
    should be paramount.
    “ Walahi madam, goan ask people, this
    our bus is the best.”
    “ I need to know if it has TV and AC.”
    She popped her gum for a moment
    and idly flipped through the tickets
    slip book before replying,
    “ See the bus outside there, you can
    goan check sef. What’s your name and
    phone number ma?” She mumbled
    “ Hold on, what seat number is written
    on that ticket? Because I can’t stand
    heat and…”
    “Don’t worry ma. It’s window seat.”
    The journey began with moodiness
    and painful regrets.
    First of all, you lost your voice while
    haranguing motor park boys over
    extra charges demanded for your bags.
    This was the scenario:
    “ Madam, you no dey go anywia if you
    no give us 1500 for load! See okporoko
    and crayfish wey u carry.” One ugly
    face said recklessly.
    “ And e dey smell o.” Another of his
    kind chimed in.
    It was the same bunch of rascals who
    called you “ pretty” and almost kissed
    your feet just minutes ago. So you went
    into full street mode, swearing on your
    great grandpa’s balls that no extra
    dime would come from you, even if
    other passengers complied. And yes
    they all eventually did – cowards! In
    fact, their sneers and murmurings
    spelt “ trouble woman .”
    “ Then refund me!” You yelled out your
    lungs repeatedly, but instead it elicited
    laughs from the baboons at the park.
    They amused themselves by
    questioning your sanity.
    The tough-sounding driver also
    threatened to drive off without “ that
    mad woman ” – as he had described
    your person.
    “ It is your illiterate wife at home that
    has loose nuts in her brain.”
    You shot back.
    “ Dey dia dey speak grammar. Onye ara
    na-aga Owerri igba Christmas.” (Mad
    woman travelling to Owerri for
    He brashly retorted aloud, bringing
    down the entire park with laughter.
    When it dawned on you that you’d lost
    the battle, you marched off to the
    lounge area to fish out the elderly man
    whose candour won your patronage.
    Much to your dismay, instead of
    intervening, the stocky man played
    Pontius Pilate on you and immediately
    concerned himself with other duties.
    Just another conspiring old cargo you
    hissed, as you sashayed back to the bus
    – your eyes welling up. Before the
    rascals leaning on the bus, you dug
    into your handbag and tossed the
    baggage money at them.
    “ Take, go feed your children!”
    Now in the jam-packed bus, wincing
    and grappling with the pathetic state
    of the bus, all you could think of was
    that dishonest gum popping cashier.
    Where was her conscience when she
    lied through her teeth, assuring you of
    a luxurious trip?
    Because from the look of things, the AC
    fitting and the dead TV in the bus
    were apparently for fancy. Worse still,
    the hard seat rubbing against your
    spine should be carrying goods, not
    east-bound human beings. To add to
    your piled up frustration, the start and
    quench bus only moved by His grace.
    And you know you’re doomed when
    sunset meets you at Ore.


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    Lol :yes:

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    hahaha these is exactly what happens in parks…

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    Sorry ehn

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