So I went out on a good Friday, feeling oddly confident, I couldn’t
tell why exactly, maybe my new trim, or new sandals , i just couldn't place it .I boarded a car
to garrison in port-Harcourt to fix my phone, I sat beside this pretty lady,
she looked absolutely stunning with her gorgeous handbag and everything, her
Samsung s7 corked the bottle. She could intimidate people without even trying.
I put my head up straight minding my business as always, the bus got into a
goes slow {Nigeria’s version of traffic}
She put her hand inside her tight jean pocket, she kept
struggling to bring out something, it seemed stuck, she struggled, hitting me
in the process, I couldn’t help but stare, my curiosity crazed me I didn’t take
my eyes off until she brought the rumpled 100 Naira note from her pocket, I
felt disappointed I can’t tell why precisely, not like I expected a lion or
something.
“banana, groundnut, banana, groundnut” ,she screamed heavily
at the banana hawker passing ,ignoring the fact ears could go bad, she purchased some and without hesitation she
began chewing the banana , she moved her mouth so fast making disturbing sounds
in my ear , here I saw a reason why social grace should be taught in schools
especially public schools , to my disbelief she threw the first banana peel right outside
the window as she avidly opened the next one and threw the peel out the window
again she repeated it until she finished the bananas , fortunately i wasn’t the
only one sickened as a man cautioned her on why she did what she did , it took
her nothing to insult the life out of him, i was glad i didnt say anything……..after all her packaging , anyway I got
to garrison in no time ,men and girls struggled to get the contract of
repairing my phone, amidst leaving me with the ‘celebrity walking on Red carpet
feeling’ they played their talking cards
well, it made it kind of hard picking just one person from them.
I looked and saw a quiet one sitting down; I decided to let
the saying ‘The patient dog eats the fattest bone’ Play a role here, only I
didn’t have a fat bone, but in the current state of the economy anything goes
and could pass for a fat bone .We bargained our prices briefly .i noticed
bargaining was a lot easier now everyone
is desperate for money ,I sat down and waited patiently as he began opening the
phone .My stomach rumbled , it wasn’t food , I needed to use a toilet .i made myself more comfortable on
my sit hoping it would subside , that apparently wasn’t the case , it got more
intense.
At this point I wasn’t myself , I stood up and an mysterious force began pushing me and making
me run without destination , I needed a
toilet .There I was in the middle of an unknown street running or almost
running as the case might have been. I didn’t know myself , I felt like a man possessed
, I thought of the worst case scenario ; pooing on myself ? A greater spirit steel-clad
my search for a toilet. I saw my best chance in a roll of flats and walked up to the lady that sat in front,
I managed to comfort myself and asked her if I could use her toilet, she looked
at me, probably felt the tension and gave me access to her toilet……..well, I
was out in no time, a new feeling overwhelmed me, it was shame, facing the lady
was a tough task, but I had to say thank you
As I walked back to where I was fixing my phone , I smiled recollecting how I acted moments ago , I could have punched anybody that
stopped me for any stupid cause .
Lesson of the day: MIND YOURSELF, when you see
people tensely walking/running you don’t know what’s driving them. Don’t go get
yourself a punch, is it just me or are there supposed to be well maintained
public latrines in case of emergencies.lemme be going