Bus Chronicles….

One man entered the bus this evening. He was full of smiles as he stood and greeted everyone cheerfully.

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Nobody answered.

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He tried again. Still he was met with hard stony stares. Its that time of the month when workers wear a moody expression, when every buzz of their phone is checked eagerly.

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Gtbank doesn’t even make life easier as they keep sending you messages such as ‘Get your GTBank Dollar MasterCard bla bla’. The worst thing that alert does to you is that you see its from GTBank even before opening the message and in your head, you are dancing azonto. Only to be disappointed.

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That’s also the time that random useless messages increasingly alert your phone. Messages like ‘Do you want to learn more about Ronaldo’ or subscribe to learn how to bake cake.

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So this man said ‘I am greeting all of you and you aren’t responding, come on’
So some people said a mournful ‘good evening.

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Then he began to pray. About every expectation being met this august. About every heart desire to be met. And we all know our common heart desire- bank alert.
And because he called the name of Jesus, Even yours truly had to say a loud amen, bobbing my head upandan.

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Until he bent down and brought out a balm, followed by a soap meant to clear eczema and mustard seed. Some bought the balm surprisingly. Balms without nafdac numbers. So Jesus name is now used to market/sell balm and soap. #yeyesomething#

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The last time I witnessed this kind of thing was in Lagos public transport. Well, typical. But in a staff bus? Unimaginable!!

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That was how one time like that, about four years ago, I was in Wuse market and a Fulani woman walked up to me in front of a stall. In those days, I had a face well decorated with pimples. She brought her balm in an unattractive bottle and asked me to buy.

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I refused. She began pointing at my face, indicating that her balm was the miracle I needed. I paid her no attention. I concentrated on other things.

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Then, she began to abuse me in Hausa. The look in her eyes and her gesture spoke volumes. She was waving her hand and looking at me condescendingly. She had a baby strapped to her back.

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If she had begged for money, maybe I would have pitied her because of the child. But to openly abuse me because I refused to buy her balm? I was at a loss for words. I looked at her for a long time, wondering if life actually made a mistake. Because you see, she needed a lot of help, she was dirty yet, she could abuse. The problem, shame, stupidity was on her, not me.

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So I openly detest anyone trying to market such things to me especially when they stare at me when marketing their goods because of a small pimple.

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You see, I had indulged in some roasted plantain and groundnut for a while and I have been seeing the result on my face. So this man looked at me as he talked about eczema. I didn’t care.

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He came down afterwards, only to jump into another bus where the cycle continues. Hmmmm

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