This beautiful Saturday morning (aren’t they all beautiful!), I spent 45 minutes in Obàléndé waiting for the Bus to Berger to fill up. When it was finally full, the conductor sauntered over and proceeded to collect his money.
“Oga, you no fit collect money for road?” a man on the third row grumbled.
“Na for road I go pay Agbèrò?” The conductor retorted.
“So you knew that one since, you come just dey collect money? Someone from the back row said, disgusted. At this point, I knew how the drama would go, probably ending in a I-no-get-change argument. I was about to plug in my ear phones to drown out the noise when one madam beside me upped the ante.
“Oníìranù, the time him suppose dey collect money, na that chingum geh him dey chase up and down! “ she said drawing out a long hiss.
“Na ya business?” Oga conductor challenged, stopping in his collection to face off the woman.
“Abeg dey collect your money dey go, this heat too much nah!” another passenger said.
“Abeg make I fire am! Abi you no hear the nonsense him dey talk?” Oga conductor asked.
“Ehn dey collect your money as you dey fire am nah!” the passenger said.
“Woman wrapper!” madam hissed.
“You dey jealous?” Oga conductor fired back.
“God forbid! Na your kind me I dey follow?!” Continue reading Navigator