THE MICRA CHRONICLES FINAL PART

By the time I got to the roundabout, I found the driver that said he wasn’t going to zenith Dugbe calling Dugbe and in fact carrying a passenger going towards the same place then I walked up to him, confronted him and then got back into the death trap with the hope of getting my 20 naira back, the ride was 50 naira so all I had  to do was give him 30 naira and I would cut 150 bike cost, even though I was unhappy about sitting in front but that was a  little price to pay yeah? Well, that’s what I thought.
The ride started with him competing for road with bike men but that didn’t really matter. We also ran into hold up because of unsolicited political rallies and the struggle to get t-shirts or something ridiculous like that. Eventually, we were almost at our last stop, I was already ready to come down already thanking God for his grace when this man decided to take his game a notch higher and compete for the road with a trailer who also apparently had no chill and would crush him (and by implication us) for less. The man who didn’t heed warning from fate not to enter the car that time almost climbed out of the car because it was his side that was to be mostly affected. I never felt as claustrophobic in a car until I realized it was as much a death trap as an elevator. The man and the one in the middle were already climbing into the other one’s lap in a futile attempt to escape their apparent impending doom, I never thought sitting in front was a better fate or even blessing than at that time. Eventually, he swerved back to his lane without problem maybe because people already gave both of them distance so it was quite easy. He started insulting the Hausa driver of the trailer but everyone else in the car was just quiet, the aftershocks settling in as we just escaped death within Ibadan and barely a minute before the ride would have ended. I didn’t even want zenith again I just told him owa o!! But the idiot kept going. After soft spoken words of disagreement (I couldn’t fight, not after that near death experience) he finally stopped and I came down with shaky legs.
Whew!! What a day! Well, to sweeten the day, I met one fine guy in an even finer car. Well, technically we didn’t meet but I saw him that’s all that matters.

Please exercise your franchise tomorrow and vote.

This was pre-written. It is however a sad time. This is to the fallen star, we love you but God loves you more. You put smiles on our faces and joy in our heart, you  lived a young and impactful life, we miss you. Rest in the bossom of our Lord where rest is guaranteed.

Love,

OMO AYAN

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