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...!
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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