And so I finally start blogging. It’s worthy of note that I’ve gone a whole 360 degrees thinking about what my blog should be about. I’ve thought about a lot of things from: sharing my views on issues of public debate to previewing and reviewing the vast, exciting and sometimes (especially for ladies) boring world of football (I’ll probably start a blog for this sometime later) and providing little tit-bits on things that happen in my boring (YES I mean it) life.
I finally settled on my blog being about 10 percent of the first, 30 percent of the last, 3 percent of the second and the remaining 57 percent being whatever comes to my beautiful head. So this here is just an introduction, call it the first act of indulgence (or any crap you want) but the truth is: I’m one hell of a writer…I mean, don’t expect fireworks.
Today, I’ll tell a little tale of something that happened about 3 weeks ago. It all started on a Thursday morning, – since I have a boring life, it was supposed to be a boring Thursday - my boss (in d office)had instructed me the previous day to go on his behalf to one local govt. office in Ilepo, MISSION: not part of the tale… Anyways, so I left home in the morning of "Another sunny THURSDAY", though I noticed it wasn’t really sunny compared to what obtains in "CRAWFORD UNIVERSITY – Igbesa" (I’ll tell you about my school later).
I took a bike to Akute, spent about twenty five minutes waiting for the station wagon that was supposed to get me to Abule-egba to get filled up and endured about an hour of carbon monoxide (you know that smoke from your 25 year old car) poisoned transport from Akute to Abule-egba. Thankfully, got there in one piece (alive and still breathing) and I was so eager to get out of the moving contraption (someone remind me to write about the state of commercial transport vehicles) that I nearly forgot to collect my balance (change). From there, I took a bike to the LG office, undertook my mission, accomplished all mission objectives and started to make my way back. This is where the story begins.
I took another bike to Ilepo bus stop with about 200K and my laptop on my person and in my bag. Then I remembered that:
1. I forgot my laptop receipt at home.
2. I had to walk through the last 20 metres of the market and
3. There were two police pick-up vans by the expressway with the cops themselves scattered all over the place.
OMG I thought, "What would I do if an 'Area boy' accosted me?" or worse still, "if one of the policemen asked what I was carrying". I almost made up my mind to run if I heard any irregular sound then I realized that a policeman could shoot and claim ACCIDENTAL DISCHARGE. So I walked as normally as I could (it’s not that I don’t walk but the thing is that some people find it hard to keep up with me when I walk, so I slowed down), praying that the rain which started threatening to fall about 5 minutes before would start immediately so I’d have a reason to run.
Thank GOD I succeeded, I crossed to the other side of the road and took a bus to oja-oba ‘cos my boss told me he’d be there waiting for me. I alighted from d bus and crossed the road to the other side, thinking he'd be waiting for me at a point that we had met previously. I got there and seeing no sign of him, I called him and he told me to cross the road again as he was waiting for me at a filling station on the other side (SO I SHOULDN'T HAVE CROSSED THE ROAD IN THE FIRST PLACE). Then the rain started. Feeling like I was in a James Bond movie, I took to the road, crossed the first part in a jiffy and got to the divider (that thing dt separates the lanes from each other). I put my right hand on the divider and swung both my legs over it in style but by the time I landed, my trousers had split from just under my zipper all the way to the back (about 3 inches from the belt-line behind)...
TO BE CONTINUED...
