SEPTEMBER ORDEAL
I know I'm a goofy-ass nigger who always gets into trouble but what happened last month was the height of it and clearly not my fault.
A close relative of mine in the village made a huge corn harvest so she decided to give us some ears since we love corn very much. To obviate the stress of bringing the stuff herself, or we going to get it from her, she decided to waybill it all the way from Gokana.
On the day of delivery, my mom asked me to wait at Market Junction for the bus driver who was bringing the corn from Trailer Park so I could pick it up. I got into a cab at Stadium Road and headed to the place.
On my way there, I called the bus driver to know exactly where he was but he gave me a brusque, unexpected, "Stop disturbing me, I am driving" reply and hung up immediately. Such rude temerity. Being a choleric person, I was surprised I wasn't even miffed at his insolence. I continued my journey without giving what happened a thought.
Immediately I got to Market Junction, I called him again but this time his reply made me irate. "Come, Mr man, don’t call this line again." I know he was en route and wasn’t supposed to make or take calls while driving, but taking my call and telling me exactly where he was at the time wasn’t only expedient but very necessary.
He hung up again after the second call like he did the first time so I got frustrated and decided to wait for him. I stood on the side of the road watching the moving traffic as I scanned every bus to see if there was a sack on top of it or attached anywhere to it. After about 5 minutes of standing under the scorching sun without any sign of his coming, I became impatient, whipped out my phone, and called the motherfucker and his bluff.
I am not one disposed to quarrels but I don't hesitate to hurl insults at anyone whenever I am unwarrantedly prodded at - bad of me I guess. That afternoon we engaged in a blazing row as I sent fire to consume his entire generation for wasting my time and transport money.
I took a car going homewards thereafter. On getting home, my mom was on a call and was involved in what seemed to be a heated argument. Just as I was about to ask her who she was speaking with, she preemted me, asking if saw the driver. After explaining what had happened to her, she then told me that she just finished speaking with the driver and that the man told him that he was at Mile 1 park.
I became hysterical, dashed out of the house and headed off to Mile 1. While on the way, the only thing I was thinking of was the best way to deal with the unfortunate man. I was going to kill him. I managed to get to Mile 1 amidst fitful hold-ups and went straight to the motor park. The typical hustle and bustle of the commercial area further intensified my rage toward the bus driver for putting me through so much stress.
I brought out my phone and called him but na one muscular monster-looking agbero phone wey ring. The next thing I hear na, "Come, aboy, na you get mind dey insult me for phone? You this small boy!" Just as I say make I take off, the next thing was toozaa for my face then the lights went off!
5 minutes later na Ikwerre road I see myself. I would later find that I was led by a good Samaritan to that point. When I reach house, my mother shout, ask me wetin happen. I tell am say I get accident for road.
