I counted the fortunate people that stood in front of me.
The figure had not dwindled even thirty minutes after my last count; nine
persons. Maybe they weren't fortunate, we all weren’t. We stood behind the fat
woman that thought the ATM belonged to EMEKA
, her first son. I heard her arguing with Emeka, on how much she needed. Her rubber banded Nokia Torchlight was held between her chin pressed to her left shoulder, while the rest of her body covered the entire machine. In her words,
, her first son. I heard her arguing with Emeka, on how much she needed. Her rubber banded Nokia Torchlight was held between her chin pressed to her left shoulder, while the rest of her body covered the entire machine. In her words,
“Halo! Emeka , I am withdrawing #100,000...(and Emeka
probably disagreed) that is your stupid business! Is it because i am not that your
stupid wife! “, she added cutting the call. It didn’t end there ,she continued
murmuring (to all our hearings ),
"Stupid wife! And stupid boy! I wonder what their
children will look like"
Who does that??
No, I don't mean the Emeka part.
It's very normal here with Nigerian mothers😂.
I mean who withdraws #100,000 from the ATM when the bank is open? , the ATM should be for small amount
withdrawals, emergency withdrawals, especially since the guys on the counters
inside the bank are beginning to refuse attending to guys who need little
amounts.
The fat lady still withdrew all she wanted to, till she got
satisfied, snapping at anyone that complained.Like the man she called
"black shit" (feaces) because he reminded her of the fact she could
finish the money in the machine and leave everyone stranded , including me that
bought roasted plantain with my transport .
Welcome to ATM queues in Nigeria, where everyone brings
along anything except their conscience. Even that "pregnancy talk"
works no more or the "baby in the house", or "food on the
fire"; who told you not to finish cooking?
But it’s really annoying how an ATM stand of over 10 ATMs
will have only two functional (Nigerian way) , and people would decide only
they should withdraw from the machines , forgetting people standing behind them
could be stranded .Please let's act civilized and with our conscience, change
begins with the man in the mirror. Anyway, Mama Emeka finished withdrawing and
bounced out, with her boxed shaped a** ,
because of the heat, the line was on ,no one wasted more than three minutes .My turn
finally came , and the machine stopped paying .There was no need to start
wailing, it was "the marathon to the next machine". Another ATM line story.
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