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The bus staggered forward from bad maintenance and bad roads. The capacity was built to be eight seaters but the greedy transporters always shift the seats around and fix their own extra seats and their common sense isn't even telling them that extra four buttocks are what they call overload. The bus makers knew the capacity they built the bus to handle. Two young girls that sat by my right on that seat were chattering away like parrots. They seem to forget that they are in public. Some of them don't even view public buses as public anymore....
"You want to come down too?" I asked the lady I was with in the front seat of the bus heading to my destination in the bus station. She had been stretching her neck like an ostrich peeping here and there, probably quarreling with her mind whether to join the dismounted ladies without patience to see the 14 seater bus full. That type that suffers from Patient FOMO. They believe they are wasting their time waiting for passengers to come when they can trek a little and probably see almost a full bus that did not start its journey from the bus s...
It must have been around 12:17 am that I came to and the hammering was still intense. I found it difficult to discern the direction the noise was coming from. I was hearing woman noise raving as she hammer on the iron gate. I had thought it was the same drunkard living on the first floor Mrs Steller or some name like that her husband never allowed inside once it's 5 to 11 pm. But it's their opposite neighbor that behaves like her but not from alcoholic induced reactions but evil spirit attack according to the story going round. The lady is b...
Just my way of passing a message across to those that can read big things from little ones, I refused to wear her mourning dress. Almost all the relatives connected to her one way or the other were on one that every single day she was being bid final farewell. Food is what keep one alive on earth, if you don't eat, or even feed well, it will come to a time you will be bidding farewell also by those that still eat food on this green earth so i equate any attempt to preventing me from getting money that will ensure i keep food no matter the ...
It was cool Monday morning. The weather was what you will call normal with little breeze complimenting the order. Chris and his friend John the second year students of federal Ploy in their State. So, I really don't know what they were doing in the school clinic where first years students were undergoing compulsory checkups as mandated by the law. There must be a reason why they were there instead of at their lodge or lecture room if they have early lectures. I was just entering the school gate and sighted commotion at the clinic side were...
Incarceration is a pain, a fear that by itself forces reminiscence and reflections on us. We tend to learn more deeply when thrown into both moods by circumstances beyond our control. As for me?-I am nobody from birth to date, yet I am somebody in every phase of my development as a human to date. All thanks to a few sources that light comes from. Before my nursery school level, I was known as that strong stubborn headed kid that doesn't hesitate to throw punches where needed and where not. That is the reputation I had as a kid. Then, in pr...
"You must receive education through labor" is a well known article in Yancheng prison's 38 articles like we inmates prefer to call that 'must-read' article's handbook once you are shifted from whatever provincial prison they transferred you from to Yancheng in Hubei province China PR. Work in almost all the Chinese prisons is non-negotiable. The only known route you as a foreigner can walk away on your two feets once inside there. District-4, the only foreign district in existence inside there, stopped weaving chairs we did for...
"Ah! Juliet, how are you today? Are you the ones hammering on the counter this mad? I rushed out to confront the mad fella doing this only to find out it's you. Why the haste now? what can we do for you?" That was coming from a school acquaintance that keeps a store not far from her printing shop. During her school days, Juliet set is two classes ahead of Amara that is condescendingly asking her three in one question these days like many do and to think that Juliet at times helps her in doing her homeworks those past years makes...
It must have been middle of june last year (i have not been able to check my entries) that i first saw her in that office sitting on the left side of that tax office talking to who i know not animatedly non stop in that office that seven staffs sitting inside that big hall demarcated by tables were all females and their boss same sex. Female. They call her Chi Chi which may be Chioma or Chinyere in my language whichever. When I look at her, I know that she is that type known as a "sealed bag" around here. 15th July 2024. I had gone ...
I have always been wary of old men and women and a little scared of meeting them alone in lonely isolated footpaths in the village pathways surrounded by overgrown shrubs on both side than I am of ghosts and the stories surrounding them. Those kinds of routes are almost in all the villages in my town that are part and parcel of every kid's memory as we grow up. I have an aunty, my father's younger sister that got married to one man about three villages away from ours. She is a cantankerous woman by nature. By my estimation, she is a good wom...
It was eerily arresting when I first set eyes on that skinny boy as he walked through the door with the woman that brought her to us. I had given them both and my mum space to discuss their things. She was the one that needed a helper. After about thirty minutes when his escort had gone leaving him with my mum, I approached him again and once again, the face looked so eerily familiar. My curiosity got the better of me and I asked him "Have we met before?" I got nothing as an answer but a shy smile and a negative shake of the head. &n...
"So, you mean you need to go to the restaurant first before contributing your share? And where is your visitor's share?" IK asked Eteroo who started lowering his voice while answering and piqued the interest of others in the room. "Where will you see Tendy to give him the money for him to buy the food items while coming back?" IK asked, raising his voice for the benefit of Eteroo's Visitor, whom he noticed that Eteroo doesn't want him to overhear what is being discussed. " Okay, here is his and I will give you mine later" the two...
Decades can be something else on their own. I was a brand new secondary school and dorm student in the mid '80s. That era made some of us with skeptical minds to start believing in what we read in ancient texts. In Nigeria that period in my eyes as a brand new teen secondary school student, that mid '80s were my ancient in reminiscent. On gotten admission,I had came for registration with my Dad. The staff and administrative block was a stand alone building in form of rectangular mold that assaulted us first. It's demarcated inside int...
Funny and fearful tales is what you hear 24 hours each day in some quarters here these days. Can't just understand why some people's lives are full of stories while some others are as dry as the Sahara desert. Not as if the people of milfe autonomous community are enjoying the type of story their lives are full of and from the look of things, those suffering from dryness are thanking heaven and asking for the drought to be permanent. That is what some people in the town of milfe can't understand. "Why me and why us" is the only thing droppi...
The uproar was still high and rising every second. Many still cowering from the scene, the women folks seem to by their nature born for this kind of disorganization. There is no doubt that they are born amplifiers. Good actresses from the womb, but this time around, they were not acting out and their antics are not even enough in comparison with what lays before everyone on that Onitsha T-junction that dull October morning. About eight dead bodies lay askew in haphazard manners. One still hanging from the window of the mini bus he wa...
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