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Friday, 1 February 2013

A NEIGHBOR IN THE HOOD
...part 2
A true story
 
 


Sorry for keeping you guys in suspense for a while now.  “E no easy o!” I mean rising early to prepare for work; beating traffic to go to work; tackling the hassles that goes with work; beating traffic returning from work and in all of that your head keeps telling you, “you still got work to do on your blog!”  I swear “e no easy o”!

 

Now on to my story:

 






And so, the plague of a man, still drooling at interval even while seated commuted in a bus full of people that distanced themselves from the lonely world of a man half paralyzed.

 

The witness observed that a while into the journey the passenger that aided the “burden-bearer” called out to the conductor to know whether she was aware of the plagued man’s bus-stop, to which the conductor said yes.




As assuring as the answer might be, the witness wondered how someone in this man’s condition was going to cover the so short a distance of alighting from the bus and reaching the shelter of the bus terminal not to talk of reaching his final destination.





 


On getting to the plagued man’s bus-stop, those blessed with the full machination of body movement were quickly jostling over who would be first to alight.  And as crazy as the Lagos public bus scenario goes even the conductor forgot that the plagued man was supposed to alight. 

 

Yet in that small moment of the ugly side of Lagos, where no one is suppose to care about that lump of human on the way because life is full of individual troubles for one to add a financially unprofitable burden to...

 

…that small moment of those moments so aptly described by Phil Collins where we all just walk by, not looking back and start to whistle as we cross the street...   

 
 
 
 

…from the ashes of that ugly moment came a hand that would rest on the shoulder of the plagued man, whose front side was well bathed in spittle from his constant drooling. 
 
 

 

And just when I thought I was going to finish this story, I just realized that I am out of space and time.

 

Do join me and let’s finish this next week!

And of course...!
 
 

1 comment:

  1. Alex, you've got more than enough space in this blog to even write a biography. Why all this unnecessary suspense? This aint suppose to be like a season film. Please finish one story and let's move to the other. Samsegkale

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