When I've had a really exhausting day and I'm looking forward to going home to a delicious meal of Afang soup and garri, my bed, with the laptop in front of me, on which I'll watch Kingsman: The Secret Service for the 28th time.
I had that kind of day.
On a day like this, when I board a cab, I don't want the driver or any other person to talk to me.
Alas! Some people will not agree. Like the proverbial village people, they're relentless and must talk and drag me into doing the same.
I board this cab.
The driver just wouldn't shut up. After several unsuccessful attempts at a light doze, I give up when he starts to talk about his love life.
"Madam, you see me, I'm a very faithful man. I don't like heartbreak, so I only date one woman at a time."
"Really?"
"But women eh, you can’t trust them. My last girlfriend, she nearly killed me.”
He looks in the rear view mirror to see if I’m listening. I give him an encouraging nod and he goes on.
“Sister, ask me how she nearly killed me.”
I smile dutifully. “How did she nearly kill you?"
“Ehen! You have asked the right question. You see me ba, I used to test all my women. This one, when I test her, she failed the test.”
He looks back again and I immediately play my part. “What test?”
He bobs his head in approval.
“I told her that there's a room in my house that she should not enter. It’s ordinary room o, like store, but I was just testing her to see if she’s obedient. I told her that if she enter that room, she have kill me be dat.”
“And she entered?”
“Gbam! One day, I went for work and when I come back, she have used something to open that door. She didn’t even say let her enter and go o; she search (read as satch) the room. Kai, my dear, I was disappointed.”
I make the appropriate sympathetic noises, even as I absently note that I’ve gone from madam, to sister, to my dear.
“As you see me so, I’m a simple man.”
I nod, and say nothing.
“I treat women with respect. I’m just looking for someone that match me, that will be a good, obedient wife and understand me.”
"OK."
“Erm…my dear, are you married?”
I clear my throat.
“Driver?” I say.
“Enh?” he replies.
“Drop me here.”
After I get down, I board the next cab which will take me straight home. Again, I'm the only passenger. I hope this driver will hold his tongue.
Not long after I board, a well-dressed gentleman flags down the cab and gets in the back, instead of the front. Curious, I think.
This one doesn't waste any time.
“Hi. You back from work?” he asks.
Hay God! What is this nah? 😭
“Hello? I’m asking if you had a nice day?”
I still keep mum.
Then he goes and taps my arm. I turn and look at him with an inquiring, surprised gaze.
“How was your day?”
I stare at him for three seconds, give a beatific smile and...signal in sign language.
I actually signal “You complete me,” which is the only thing I can sign. But I add extra moves by pointing to my ear and shaking my head.
The fellow is startled and waves a “sorry.”
I smile and shake my head to indicate “no problem.”
Disabilities make many people uncomfortable. Unsurprisingly, he turns away. Occasionally, he peeks at me out of the corner of his eye.
I’m sure he’s thinking, “Eh yah, this fine girl is deaf and dumb."
You know Nigerians nah, the two must go together.
Anyway, as I’m typing this, my voice is yet to return. At least I have been left alone with my fascinating thoughts for company.
By the way, I'm having yam pottage for lunch, in case you're interested. Come, join me.
Happy Easter, folks!
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I've set #fires to my house and person, thrice in my life. Honest to heaven, they were all accidental.
I’m sure that somewhere in the world, I’d have probably been brought up on charges of arson.
This are the stories of Fire 1 and 2.
It's a thread, needle and...
Let me start with the second fire. My love for movies started it.
It was my 2nd year in the university. That day, the sun competed with Hell. I’d just stepped into the building I lived in, away from the blistering heat.
All I could think of was a date with my faithful lover.
Afang and garri.
As soon as I entered my studio apartment, I grabbed a plastic food flask, filled it with water, inserted my boiling ring and turned it on. Next, I checked the container for garri.
There was no garri. What kind of temptation is this, I thought. Fortunately,...
Today, I had a job interview by 9:00 a.m. at a prestigious engineering firm. By the looks of the sun streaming through my bedroom curtains, it was afternoon already! Why had that stupid alarm not woken me up?
In panic, I flew off the bed and ran to check my phone which lay on my reading table.
7:28 a.m., it read on the screen.
I heaved a sigh of relief; a race to the bathroom and thirty minutes later, I was ready. I whispered a prayer for success and favour and dashed out.
One heavy downpour and inevitable traffic jam later, I walked into the office at 9:17 a.m., late.
Opulent. That's the only way I can describe the office's interior. Even the air smelled rich! The thick, luxurious carpet beckoned to my feet, asking them to strip and wiggle.
There are those moments in this life when #timestandsstill. I mean, it’s not in slow motion. Just, still.
Your belly does a little somersault and suddenly, you have the inordinate wish for the earth to open to a depth of twenty feet and swallow you.
Your breath hitches and intense panic blossoms in your chest and…you get the picture.
These moments can happen when you’re caught doing something you shouldn’t be doing. Like stealing meat from the pot of stew. Or having an ex post your nudes on the internet.
The intensity of the moment varies, depending on what you did. Like when someone slaps you—the pain is directly proportional to the number of people who witness it.
Like when I missed my period in JSS3 and my best friend Edidiong insisted I was pregnant.
I once watched a bride stop cold on the steps of a church & say, "This is more than cold feet. I can't marry him."
At the time, I only saw her fear. Today, at last, I understand. I'm amazed by her bravery.
*sigh*
Doing the right thing. It's hard, it hurts, but it must be done.
Now I have to make a thread because of the replies from some men. I wasn't expecting the anger and condemnation.
It's easy to hold your phone and type hard words. Until you find yourself in the situation.
Be honest. We don't always do the right thing at the right time.
Or do what we really need to do. Many of us studied or are still studying courses our parents picked out. Or working jobs we hate do S to please family/society.
Because we couldn't stand the heat th at came with making the hard decisions.
That day, I did not mean to lock my sister in the freezer. We were playing #hideandseek.
Story....story....story!
Once upon a time....time time.
My people, issa thread.
It was one of those days; the sweltering heat was softened by cool breezes and leaves swayed on the trees, their shivering letting permitting the speckled rays of sun to touch the ground.
The adults were all away; my parents at work and the maid had gone to the market. We were outside, me, my siblings and a cousin. As it is said amongst my people, we were playing the lives of our heads. That means, we were having the time of our lives at play.