The Bus-stop tale

There are days i wonder if money ever feel betrayed by their holders. A single hundred naira note may acquire up to fifty masters in one day. If money has a female gender designation, it would be the greatest whore the world has seen, or the most pitiful sex slave on the planet.

Waiting for the bus at the terminal the other day, when i desperately needed something or someone to distract me from the madness of Lagos queues, a young man caught my attention.

What initially drew my eyes was the Tee which seem like its seen a thousand wash cycles evident by the tell-tale slack around the neck, making the otherwise round neck into a saucer shaped hole.

Its difficult to tell if the original colour of the tee was black or blue but it sure as hell never was white.

For chrissakes, stop wearing this tee. It has attained retirement age already. But i caught myself, the wearer is much more than the clothes and the best garments often houses the most hideous personalities.

I was still ruminating on that when he faced a soft drinks hawker and went like tsh tsh.. "Abeg give me pepsi wey block".He recieved the bottle with a look of relief and the hawker seemed just happy to have one less bottle. With that he produced a hundred naira note which has accumulated extra pigment and stains; occupational hazard of being a Nigerian currency. Just like everything in this country, even the currency goes through a lot in a life time.

To my overactive imagination, the naira note looked like he can use some help; abeg save me from this sufferment. Una face be like correct guy. All of dem dey wicked die.

I felt compassion at that moment but the emotionally damaging and traumatic images of mob justice restored me to sanity. It would be quite an headline

mob set fire to final year student trying to stealing a hundred naira

So i mustered my most empathic expression and muttered under my breath; sorry, i can't help you. I feel for you sha.

So i turned my gaze away and to satisfy my hunger pangs, i purchased a bag of chips, as i brought out a hundred naira to pay, it was silent but the expression spoke volumes; you are no different, just another bloody Nigerian.

Feeling guilty enough, i hastily turned away from the chips hawker only to lock eyes with a girl putting on prescription glasses with a slightly amused expression on her face.

What if in order to distract herself from the madness of the queue, she saw me bartering a battered hundred naira note for chips and cooked up a totally untrue story about me? Oh, i shiver at the thought.

-T'Rex

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