Greetings everyone!馃檶
Public transportation in my country, Nigeria, is something we see as fun, even though it inconveniences life. There's no way you will be conversant with the public transportation system without having laughable stories. Even though you try to be 'matured' by minding your business in a bus, something must surely catch your attention, and before you know it, you've been carried away.
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As for me, I've had a lot of encounters in the public transportation system, and below is one of them that, I think beats all of them;
Christmas and the New Year were over, and it's time to report back to IMO state where I was serving. I took a direct bus from my community to Anambra, and I loved how the travel was flying on the road. The market women in the bus who were going to market were happy too, which I found surprising because all mothers hate speed.
I love it when a driver drives with speed, because I know it's not yet my time to die.
I got to Onitsha to board a bus to IMO State, and that's where I met a guy鈥攎y community guy, actually. Although we don't used to tag along well in the community based on how spiritual and churchy he is, but for that journey sake and knowing that we are from the same place, we got along and took a bus, in which I sat at the last seat with other three passengers while he sat at the seat before me, with two guys and a lady close to him.
1 hour into the journey, the lady beside him spanked him and raised an alarm that the guy was touching her.
"Me? How? When did I do that? Is it not my hand that's here?"
My friend, looking totally surprised, asked her showing her his innocent hands.
"Don't just try it; don't just!" The lady voiced out with her hands raising up and down, giving him a warning about his life.
I was at the back, and I couldn't just believe the drama before my eyes.
I wanted to chip in, at least to tell the lady to lay off such an accusation on the guy because I know him and can't do that, but when I saw how boiling the lady was, I just kept mute so that she wouldn't channel the anger to me.
They were still dragging when other passengers began to add to the boiling anger.
At the end, my friend was told to say a word of apology to the lady and allow peace to rain.
"Guy, apologize, ooo!" The driver mockingly said it from his seat, which got everyone laughing.
That was the moment for me. Since everyone was laughing, I cleared my throat and said, "Madam, I can bet with my life that this guy didn't do such. Maybe you were asleep and mistakenly assumed he did that."
Mehn! This woman turned her head to the back where I was seated and faced me with 100% charged anger.
That moment, I just finished eating plantain chips, so I was filled with strength. I charged her back with the same vibe, and we began to hit nails....and she won馃槩
Yes, she won because I was using Queen's English while she was hitting me real pidgin. I had to tap on my guy and tell him to apologize, even though he didn't do so.
Yes, he heard me; he sluggishly apologized and the passengers hailed him as if Nigeria scored a goal in the World Cup.
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