Oh my darling, oh my darling, oh my darling Clementine”. The song went off in a low pitched baritone and later turned to a high toned soprano. Wetin person no go see for naija, na wa oh. Na by force to sing?. I was at the car pack one early Tuesday morning,on my way to Enugu,after finally securing a space for my self this monkey,….sorry man was annoying me with his off-key song.
Sorry oh,I know I don’t have a good voice and if I must sing I just hum it ,but this one was murder of the song. I turned back to look at the offending party(at least he was offending me sha) and I frowned my face. The mumu smiled at me and I saw rows of scattered and brown teeth,with a chewing stick in there. Imagine,upon the chewing stick, the teeth still brown,if there wasn’t chewing stick nko?. Me I carried my face away sha, I had sounded my warning. I put my ear piece to my ear and turned the volume to the highest, to prevent my ears from going on vacation all bcos of d guys song. This fine chick entered and sat beside yours truly and I couldn’t’ help admiring her. But on a closer inspection the gal looked suspicious, like something out of Wannabe magazine. I resisted an urge to yank off her hair and check if it was a wig. No be me and you go carry curse go Enugu.
Finally,d bus driver entered and after posing for some minutes,he started driving. Trust Ndiigbo,I’m sure u know whats next; prayers. U cant enter a bus connected in one way or the other to the east and not have prayer warriors. Well yours truly also loves praying so I closed my eyes 4 the 1st prayer by an eldrly man. That one passed,next thing a woman raised praise and worship-I flowed along. After, Mr O.P(Offending Party) wanted to continue -ha,wahala!, how many prayers. I quickly entered into my spiritual retreats and shouted “In Jesus Name”,said one short,but effective prayer and ended it with “Lord,as this is the last prayer we’ll have in this bus,please hear the prayers that are in the hearts of the other passengers”. Mr OP didnt say Amen,but mine covered up for his own. Like magic,everybody stopped trying to be prayer warriors,at least the praying bug had been closed for a while. As we went on,it was peace and quiet,until we came to a police check point,as usual kola exchanged hands. We saw a bus parkd at a corner &two police men were searching the passengers. Our bus driver casually asked the exchange officer what happened and he was told it was an In-house, sorry In-bus robbery w/o arms. Trust Naijarians,curses started flowing like water though it wasn’t their money(that is if money was stolen at all). “Whose money’,our driver asked. The police officer said it was the other bus drivers own. Chai,i laughed,no wonder they were searching them like they were about to enter Aso villa. No money for drivers pocket means no money for police man’s socks. LOL………………….. This story will be continued. ;-). Its too long to go into one post. *Kisses*. Drop a comment if you enjoyed this, it wont take a minute.