My journey from Ikorodu to work everyday is always not interesting cos of the hours i spend in traffic.
The naturally loudspeaker voiced self-acclaimed marketers who sell herbal mixtures that cure tens of diseases won’t just allow you rest. All the drama of this life happen on the TATA bus, sometimes formerly called ‘Ise Oluwa’ bus.
That’s why I always prefer the Red BRT whenever i cannot queue for the Blue one. Of course with the mindset that i would be in traffic for about 2hours. Most times it is always the same time you spend queueing for the Blue one so what’s the point wasting my energy to queue for that long.
So this morning, i decided to board the Red one. This is assumed and expected to be saner than the drama stage called TATA. No advert, No babalawo, No preaching and so on.
I took my seat as the ticketer/conductor called in passengers. We moved and gradually approached the massive standstill traffic.
Few minutes later, we all on the bus started hearing slaps in sequence, accompanied with a female voice. We all looked to the direction of the latest drama. Honestly, i thought i had seen it all before. It was from about 3 seats behind me. A man who was sitting beside a good looking chic was being slapped by her angrily. His guilt look was like that of a child who was caught stealing meat from a pot.
Ha! Surprisingly, we tried to understand the reason why this lady kept slapping the poor older man.
With a disdainful look, everyone started to discuss the issue.
And the argument took another shape when some said; ‘He must have been seduced into acting that way, check out what the lady is wearing’.
It went worse when someone said the man might be a ritualist, a baddo.
Soon, slaps resumed on the man. His eyes turned red already and he was looking like he’s going to die. I had to advise him; bros just go down and enter another bus if you don’t want a coma.
If someone told me this story, i wouldn’t have believed. What could this be? I don’t understand at all.
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