Ride or Die – 8:32pm

To think that I’m still stuck in this traffic, in this bus with this drunk man and he’s still recycling the same gist just makes me want to pull my hair (or my beautiful braids in this case). Next thing I know, the driver starts to drive like a bat straight out of hell and EVERYONE (except me) starts talking. See them raining insults from all corners of the bus. Some were waking his dead grandfather (I’m assuming here) from the grave. Then they all go into this debate about how Nigeria is bad and raising rhetorical questions of why the government will not train drivers, or repair the roads, or fix the public transport system and so on. The cacophony!!!


Just when I think my bus ride can’t get any worse, this guy seating 2 seats away from me, leans across from his space, over the person seating between us and starts to chat me up (you’ve got to be kidding me). “Hello, hello, hello, hello”, he says, “ah, sister answer me now”. I look up at him. “You’re not even contributing to the discussion na. The driver is driving anyhow and you’re not saying anything. Are we not in this bus together?” I totally can not believe this. I must have had a funny expression on my face because he backed down a bit. Next thing I hear is “sister can I have your BB pin?”, with this stupid grin on his face. “You can make a friend in one day o, you don’t know”


I’m too shocked for words and I’m too distraught at the moment to continue writing. Can my day get any worse?



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