THE MICRA CHRONICLES PT 3

The ride was quite uneventful until we got a little further and the car started jerking. I’m not talking about small jerk o, it’s all these I-think-I’m-going-fall-off jerks and everybody told him to park in horror stricken tones. Eventually he sha parked and opened the bonnet to touch only God knows what. By the time he came back into the car to start it, the passengers were restive especially people like me who had been in the car since the beginning of the ride, I was just wondering, ‘have I not entered the wrong car like this?’ thank God for the blood of Jesus saving lives since eternity. Blood of Jesus save me (I’m allowed to be selfish in this case). After a couple of minutes, the car started and one ‘stray man’ that has been watching the exchange decided to complete the number of passengers. Edakun why is it that people don’t learn and continuously make bad decisions? Well someone once said history has thought man that man learns nothing from history or something like that you sha get the drift. It was as if he didn’t notice or worse still hear the colourful language polluting the environment emanating from the car, I mean is it the rugged appearance of the car or the sinister looking driver or even the jerky movements of the car? There were so many reasons to not board the vehicle when it was not like they were going to reduce the price for you. In short, he entered the car, and he wasn’t even going to Mokola, a close place he was in for the long haul, Dugbe.

Meanwhile, my bum was already itching. ‘Is Mokola this far?’ I couldn’t wait. We rounded the corner and was almost involved in an accident with a fine car that was coming from the intersection. That sparked the silence in the vehicle each passenger calculating escape mechanism. We also narrowly escaped another one from one of those hitch hike cars aka oko agbegilodo. You know those road ‘unworthy’ (which is even an understatement for those cars) cars that are mainly for carrying planks but give rides to people early in the morning, well, Let me tell you how it happened. The man was descending the hill somewhere in Mokola with the planks fully stacked on top of the car when he swerved to avoid the oncoming military vehicle which he tried to outsmart. Thank God it happened just after we had passed so we escaped. At last we got to Mokola where I decided enough was enough, so I gave the driver 500 naira and asked for my change. That was where all hell broke loose. He said he didn’t have change moreover I didn’t tell him, everybody came to my aid by stating that I told him from the onset when he said it didn’t matter even if I did, that was where my trouble started, even he was surprised at my outburst. In short, everything before then was almost nothing compared to my ‘madness’. Eventually, he gave me 400 naira a whole 20 naira short of my change but even I knew I had already wrecked enough damage. I caused a scene and went from slay mama to omo shepeteri in a flash. I proceeded to take a bike from that filling station but started trekking towards the roundabout and cross the road even though I hated crossing that road or any road whatsoever, what prompted me was the bike man that hiked the price and then had the guts to ask if I didn’t want to pay any money at all when I wanted to price it down unknown to him my shaku shaku people had not ended, I gave him and walked away still boiling so much that some people allowed me passage but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Crossing the road was another hassle especially with the crazy people that should be in mental hospitals but have somehow got their hands on a driver’s license and a car. So I continued my journey.

I'm so sorry for the late update, the week has been hectic especially with the elections and all so this is a double update.

Love,
OMO AYAN
❤