LIVE

and this is I

blood, flesh and bone

standing tall

in all my pain

and this I

your blood and flesh

existing without you everyday

clinging still everyday

to memories

'fore they become a haze

and this is I 

still in pain

unleashed only in the words I pen

who can forget

you came and saw 

and now you exist

you are no more

and this is me 

part of you

existing still 

like you never were

and here I am

in all my pain

hold you still

in all my  thoughts 

and yet ill write my heart out, 

in all my pain

hoping that you'd come to life again

existing still with all my words.

in memory of Dan

E.W 2018

OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND

Out of sight

Out of mind

Like a sewing needle in the forests eye

Out of sight

Out of touch

Like a gentle whisper in the middle of the night

Out of mind

Out of thought

Fading away like memories long before

And here we are 

strangers two

Our bond fickle, too weak to hold

Out of sight

Out of mind

And all is lost with me and you.

E.W 2018

REFLECTIONS - IKEJA ARMY CANTONMENT BOMB BLAST OF JANUARY 27TH, 2002.

Sunday, January 27th, 2002 is a day that I will not easily forget. It was the day when the armory of the Ikeja Army Cantonment exploded. Hundreds of people lost their lives that day not from the bomb explosion but because they panicked. It was reported in the news that period that many people fled into canals just because of assumptions of war that were not substantiated. May their souls rest in perfect peace, Amen.

We(my family) were at home that Sunday evening when we started hearing the explosions. We could even feel the impact of the bombs going off all the way in Ojodu Beger. We were still trying to figure out why the earth was vibrating and the sudden eerie change in the atmosphere when our neighbor, Mr. Umoh came home shouting 'there is war!'. He then proceeded to his flat to start packing his things. He said then that he was going to find his way back to Akwa-Ibom. My parents, siblings, neighbors and many other people had already started gathering outside their compounds trying to peep into the main road to check what the commotion was all about. My father was with his small box radio trying to tune into radio Nigeria to find out what the commotion was all about but when he couldn't get any clear information,he suggested that we go into the house. 

Indoors, my father suggested that we pray. The prayer session was a bit confusing to me because he asked us to pray for Gods protection and forgiveness. I remember thinking to myself, protection from what and forgiveness for what? We already went to church that day and we had prayed there. Grudgingly I went down on my knees thinking again that by the time this long prayer session would be over, Channels Tv would have finished showing cartoons. Then it hit me! what if RAPTURE HAD TAKEN PLACE! Immediately, my attitude changed and I began to ask God to take me with him to heaven if he indeed had come. hahaha! 

Later that evening on the seven o'clock news, the then Governor, Asiwaju Bola-Ahmed Tinubu, announced to Lagosians that  the explosions that we were hearing was as a result of an accidental detonation of a large stock of military explosives. This was after earlier announcements by the then police commissioner asking everybody to remain indoors and be calm while they investigate. It was a relief to hear that it was a bomb explosion in the Ikeja armory. Sequel to this announcement, general movement was restricted. I was at home for two weeks... maybe even more, because my secondary school was in the barracks.

The long break was highly welcomed by me. I didn't even want to go to school the next day because I was yet to finish my mathematics assignment. My maths teacher, Mrs Affia had promised me especially, six strokes of the cane if I failed to meet up. I can still remember her voice in my head,' Winnifred Ekwere! ( Ekwere pronounced as a- werre), I will ask Mad dog to flog you if I don't see your assignment by Monday!'. Mad dog was one of the soldiers at school. He was revered by all the students then for his flogging and punishment skills i.e he literally flogged liked a mad dog. In fact, he would flog shege out of you. So somehow the bomb explosion was in my favor because I knew that after the long break, Mrs Affia would have forgotten about the home work. Unfortunately, she didn't. She ended up becoming my lesson teacher in mornings before school resumed at 12pm. I never forgave my mother for that move because she knew how much I hated maths. Never the less, I still chop the home work cane!

I had attended Command day secondary school for two years and didn't even know that the armory was our next door neighbour. Years after the blast, my school's former site wasn't still safe because bomb capsules were still being detonated. Thankfully, I finished my Jss going to afternoon school, 12pm - 6pm. We had to share location with Command Children's School (they were the morning crew) because our site was destroyed by the blast. I remember then how we used to sit with our school bags still strapped to our backs just in case we needed to run. Imagine, bombs would be going off and with every explosion, everything from our desks to the building would rumble violently and we would be ready to take off. Sometimes, if you were standing, you had to hold on to something. Lol. What an experience!

It was fun attending afternoon school for me but my parents were always on edge because I came home from school at 10pm almost everyday! I remember the first time I came home late, they had already gone to Ojodu Police Station to report that their daughter was missing. Imagine the look on my father's Jerry Ekwere face when I got to the bustop of my house. Lol. I was waving my trekking partners goodbye (as it was the practice amongst us CDSS students then to trek in groups when we couldn't find public transport to go home. When it rained it was even worse! we would trek in the rain and in Lagos traffic just to get home). My dad hugged me like it was my birthday and my mother was almost in tears when I got home while my siblings were busy snoring away! I was brimming with excitement, eager to tell them about my adventures for that day but they were too shaken to even hear me out. Then, I wondered what their stress was sef. Afterall, I was home. So, as soon as my Junior Waec results were released, my mother bundled me off to Air Force Secondary School Ikeja to finish my secondary education there so that she could drink water, drop cup and sleep well! Lol. Ekwere Eno

As much as I'm grateful for the gift of life, I'm also grateful for all the adventures that were attached to going to afternoon school. Seeing them evacuate all those missiles and my morning expeditions inside the barracks with Chinyere n co will forever remain precious to me. Lol.

Thank you God for today. Imagine if January 27th, 2002 were a Monday, I wouldn't be here today to type this post. Thank you Bastos Temitayo Stephen for reminding us (ex CDSS students of Ikeja) to remain thankful for the gift of Life today.

Xoxo
E.w

Hope and Love are not yet lost - E.W

....'Mabel, I will always love you'. He'd said to her the night before in his text. She was sick and could barely move her legs when he arrived but with the little grace she had left she pulled herself up and headed towards his car . He neither supported her nor held her bags as she wearily opened the door to the passenger side of his SUV. He just watched her struggle through it all with unconcern written all over his face. And all the way to she hospital she wondered if he really loved her. His actions screamed the complete opposite of his declarations. Rubbing her massive belly she let out a loud sigh that only she knew the meaning to as she stared out the window.

...He'd texted 'hold on for me , I'll be there first thing in the morning'. It was 2 pm when he grudgingly showed up. He was busy he said. This and that and excuses she'd heard before. She could barely sleep through last  night as the kicking in her womb along with her thoughts connived to bring her pain. She was glad to be finally on her way. As they rode, The silence in the car stretched like the road before them. She couldn't wait to end this journey. 

Finally they were there, 'Omega Hospital'. And without a word she stumbled out of his car with her bags. 'Let me know how everything goes. I can't drop my business transactions just because my girlfriend is sick with pregnancy? He sneered towards her belly. With that  he zoomed off and left a choking trail of dust and tears in her wake.

She wiped her tears and picked up her bags. Woe! Woe! The night they first made love. She remembered his words ' please let me in and I'll take care of you'. Instead he'd done naught but get her pregnant! Close to the hospital's entrance, the door opened suddenly, ' good evening madam how may we help you?' She heaved a great sigh as the guard took her bags. 

It seemed like eternity before her son was born. And so with joy mixed with sorrow and trepidation, she looked into the face of Femi's bastard son. What the future held she knew not but she held in her arms the evidence that hope and love never left her side. It was wrapped In this innocent bundle - her baby boy.

THE SONG FOR THE WARRIOR ONE.

she sings aloud her praise song
as pistle meets mortar
e to wia! e to wai!
muscle, skin and oil
aglow with  the baptism of sunshine.
Her husband has done it again
her warrior one! Chief acrobat!
Master of loin satisfaction!

Last night was filled with fervor
as she melded in a rhythm of ecstacy
laden with passion and sighs of pleasure
with her Warrior One
today she's drunk in giddiness
as in song and dance she tells of thus
riddled with expectancy
of the night to come!
so with pistle, yam and mortar
e to wai! e to wai!
she chants her praise song wantonly
e to wai! e to wai!
letting her juices flow from within
this song for her warrior one!

let them hear!
gossip mongers and nay sayers!
as she sings aloud her praise song
e to wai! e to wai!
telling afresh the story
with mortar, yam and pistle
e to wai! e to wai!
this song for her warrior one.

THE ESCAPE

It was a cool summer evening by the beach and the best time of the year to enjoy night life. He sipped his drink silently, scanning his environment. Then their eyes met, instinctively staring at each other like prey and predator. He smiled, flashing at her his perfect set of white teeth. She giggled, motioning to the empty seat beside her. Like a man in a trance, he walked up to her, silently obeying her command. The vision before him was sheer entrancing and with their eyes they conveyed a message much more than words could have expressed. She downed the last of her drink showcasing the beautiful length of her neck and the curvy silhouette of what lay beneath her chiffon top.

He gulped noisily, allured by the temptation before him and the sensation that tingled below his belt, captivated by the curvy delicacy that sat before him. She stood up, picked up her purse and beckoned for him to follow. Again, like a zombie, he followed not knowing where she was going. Anywhere with this beauty was where he wanted to be. She walked towards the shoreline into the water with her long legs carrying her curvy figure seductively and not for a moment did she turn round to see if he was following. It was as if she knew the power she had that made him abandon all sense of reasoning and follow her no matter what.

Then she turned with her long hair billowing about her and a seductive smile playing on her lips. She stood in all her glory, full length in the midst of the waves like a sea goddess and reached out to him. Excitement coursed through him, his bulge threatening to slow his hasty pace but the vision before made him hold still within and march towards her hungrily. The more he walked in, the farther she was. All he knew was that he had to reach her, despite the furious waves around him. Thus, he walked on fearlessly like a drunken soldier. Finally he reached her and took her hand pulling her into a lovers embrace. Alas! She was his. He would never let go!

With the grace of a fish in their love locked embrace, she dived into the sea, a whole new world within. He was enthralled by the vision of the beautiful world that lay below. The fine ocean sand looked silvery-white and ‘goldish’. Unlocked from their embrace he began to explore, amazed at the discovery of this whole new world. He saw beauty beyond description and riches surpassing addition. He felt freer than he had ever been and a new sense of power filled his entire being. Soon his amazement turned into panic. He had mistakenly hit his foot against something hidden in the sand. Curious to know what is was, he bent down to investigate. Gently he uncovered something that looked like a bone. Hidden beneath the glimmering ocean bed were skulls of dead men! Afraid, He looked round to find his sultry companion but she wasn’t too far away. She had perched herself a ‘top a nearby rock watching him intently. Smiling wickedly she swan towards him, slowly transforming into what seemed like half human, half octopus! No longer was she the beautiful woman he knew but a beautiful- fiery sea goddess with a golden crown on her head and fire blazing in her eyes.

As he watched her transform, the fear that built up within him opened his eyes. It was as if he just snapped out of a hypnotic reverie, really realizing where he was for the first time. Sensing his fear, she gathered him close with her tentacles. Then she spoke;

‘My love, fear not. If you do my bidding, I will give you the world and fill you with power unimaginable! You are here now so there’s no turning back. If you resist, I will take your life! For I have shown you my world and revealed myself to you. To prove that you love me, give me the blood of your loved ones and denounce your belief in any other! I am jealous and will not share’.

He then asked, ‘who are you?’

‘I am the Queen of the Seas’ she replied.

‘You can give me power and riches you say?’

She laughed in response. Releasing him from her grip, she waved her tentacles stirring the ocean bed and before his eyes, mountains of gold, silver and amethyst appeared .

‘I will give you this and much more but you must feed me with the blood of your loved ones, starting with your wife and her unborn child.’

‘But I love my wife and we have waited for fifteen years for our baby.’

‘I cannot have you love another. Your allegiance must belong to me and no other!’

‘You have the wrong man, I’m afraid. I cannot give you that which you crave’.

‘If that is your decision, you must be very foolish to defy me! I can give you more babies but I must have this one’s blood! If you will not give me then I will take it by force. I will bring their dried carcass to you after I have sucked out their blood. Henceforth, you will remain here and become my slave and I will make sure that your existence will be wiped out from history!’

‘Please! I beg you. Spare their lives!’

‘No! I must have you in entirety or none at all!’

Angrily she swam away. In despair, he sat on the sea bed wailing and weeping. He wished that he would die rather than being a slave to this sea monster. He wept till his eyes were dry. Just when he thought that all hope was lost, he heard a voice in the gentlest of whispers - ‘For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved’.

He stood up with a start looking around. He wondered where the voice came from. Again he heard it again- ‘For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved’.  Seeing no one he decided to respond and with a shaky voice he spoke, ‘Lord of light, if it is indeed you, have mercy on me and save me!’

Then from afar he heard his name. Listening intently, it came from way up above. He looked up and saw the pathway of light. The light was bright, he could not ignore and so he swam upward to heed the call. Almost there, he heard a voice saying 'Take my hand; I'm here to save you'. So he stretched forth his hand and grasped the outstretched one before him. As he ascended, he felt the water stirring violently beneath him so he looked down to see what was wrong. He saw the sea monster swimming towards him full of rage.

 'He is mine!' she bellowed 'I got him first!' 

Immediately, the Voice replied, 'He is my son. I loved him first! Son, hold on tightly and don’t look back. Let me be your Savior, your Warrior and your Redeemer’.

She reached out for him plunging into the light but the purity of the light burnt her to ashes, sending her remains to the bottom of the sea. He looked to the light, warm and inviting. Still holding on tightly, he felt the warmth, surety and strength pulling him up and away into redemption.

In another world, he coughed, waking to the euphoria of pain ringing in his head. Gingerly touching his head, he looked all around him. No creature, no water and no light. All was white and he was alive! At the foot of his bed sat his pregnant wife, asleep with a bible in her lap. Relief swept through him like a chill. Amazingly it was all a dream! And then he recalled how he got here...the car, the trailer and his drunken friends. After a moment's reflection, with tears in his eyes, all he could say was 'Thank you Lord for saving me'.

ONE NIGERIA! THE FIVE FIVE BROUHAHA.

Recently, I boarded a bus with my elder sister from Ogudu to Obalende and it was  a really interesting journey. My sister sat in front beside the driver while I sat inside the bus. The bus we boarded was a big yellow danfo that has five rows of seats inside. The bus like every other danfo bus is meant to seat four people in a row but you know all these conductors and drivers with their gimmicks! They always want to seat five people on a row to make extra money. That's how the conductor began to insist that people sit five five in a row o and then wahala statred!

Conductor: Obalende! Obalede! Obalende! Hold your N100 naira change o, any bustop!

Yours truely rushed into the bus. It was already past 7pm and I needed to get home on time.

 I was about to sit on the extra seat attached to the main seats in the bus, when a passenger behind told me that there was a seat behind.

Passenger 1: madam, there's one seat left here. 

Me: Thank you sir but I'll sit here.(i.e seat attached the one in front of him). Then turning to my soon to be seat mates, 'Please can you adjust for me. Its usually five five they carry. let me just manage till the back is filled then I will pull out this seat'.

They grudgingly shifted and I sat in the little space they created for me, adjusting myself too so that another passenger would be able to squeeze past me to the seat behind.

Conductor: Madam, you dey block road now. Na five five we dey carry. siddon for back. We go stop you for your bus stop!

Me: Conductor, I know. I no fit siddon for back. My leg go dey pain me. That place too tight.

Meanwhile, one passenger had managed to squeeze past me to take the back seat

Passenger1: you can pull out the seat, we are complete. 

I pulled out the seat and sat. Much to my relief, the other passenger in front also pulled out his seat and sat. Then I noticed that there were four people in the row in front of me, my row and the last row. I silently hoped that the conductor would not make a fuss out of the seating arrangement.

Eventually, the bus began to move and the conductor noticing the seating arrangement began to shout. 

Conductor: see na five five o!

Passenger 1:five ke? After collecting N100 naira from us. 

Passenger 2(seated beside Passenger1): all these conductors and drivers are just thieves! mscheew! five ko! five ni!

I wondered why Passenger 2 took the five five seating personal. After all, on their row sat four people. Not wanting to be part of the rukus, I brought out my phone and began to play candy crush soda. In no time, bus got to Iyana Oworo which was the next major bus stop to offload and pick up more passengers.

Conductor: Iyana Oworo?

Some passengers: Owa o!

The driver then made a stop and the two people on my row along with some other people in the bus alighted so I moved over. Then two women and a little boy entered. They sat down beside me. One of the women that sat beside me lapped the boy while the other woman sat on the fourth seat.

Conductor1: Obalende Obalende Obalende! Hold your N100 naira change any bustop!

Woman1: Conductor, five five for where? After you won collect N100 naira?

Passenger one: No mind am! dem just dey behave any how! 

Woman1: Make I see the five five wey go happen. Ole! you won squeeze us for inside here. Make I see how e go happen.

The bus began to move away from the bus stop, then the conductor starts collecting money. 

Conductor: Berger?

Some passengers: Owa!

Conductor: E bole kia kia! Emi ofe waste time ni bus stop eleyi. Oya shap! shap! Afterhere na Obalende straight!

Some passengers  in the bus sighed at his rude remark. Quite a number of passengers alighted at Berger bus stop.Woman1 seized the opportunity and asked her son to take the vacant back seat while Woman 2 relocated to a vacant seat in the row in-front.  

Conductor: Obalende! Obalende! Obalende! Hold your N100 naira change any bus stop!

Some new passengers: N100/ no be N50 naira from Berger?

Conductor: Abeg come down o! Na N100 naira any bus stop I call for you.

Woman 1: Because you know say night don reach na im make you won start to dey cheat people abi? And you still won carry five five.

As she was spoke, a hefty looking man pulls out the attached seat on my row and sits down. 

Conductor; oga1 abeg na five five. abeg seat dey back.

The new passenger just ignores the conductor and resumes eating his  sausage roll.

Conductor: Oga abeg! Come down! You no hear wen I talk say na five five? Abeg come down.

Conductor begins to hit the side of the bus violently attracting the attention other people at the bus stop. By this time, the driver has shut off his engine.

 Driver: Oga abeg come down. We no find your trouble! you hear wen he talk say na five five. Abeg go enta anoda bus.

Some passengers: Driver why you switch off your engine? you no see say night don reach?

woman 1: Driver you sef be theif! you and this your conductor.

Passennger 1: Driver move this bus now. Conductor what do you mean? After collecting N100 from us, you still want us to seat five five! Bloody shetas!(cheaters)

The new passenger just sat there eating his gala despite the ruckus.

Conductor: Oga i dey tell you come down now yio! You jus siddon dere dey chop gala like goat.

The new passenger: na me you dey insult abi? I go slap you now! you father! (with the hand gesture) No worry make we reach obalende I go show you!

Passenger1: Driver! I say move this bus! I am an officer!(He brings out his Id card) .Is it because I did not claim officer when I entered the bus. My friend move this bus!

 By this time, I momentarily suspended to watch the drama.

Woman1: Oga! Tell them! These pipo just dey always feel say dem fit they behave anyhow.

Conductor: Madam, you sef dey talk? shey na lap you lap your pikin before? Why you no lap am again? You go pay for that seat wey he siddon?

Driver: Oga no be by staff anytin! no be by that! He tell you before una enta! no be by force to enta!

The new passenger: Driver, you better respect yourself and move this bus now!

Some other passengers: Driver! she na becos of one person you no go move this bus? 

The new passenger: My name is Admiral. Ask of me wen you reach Obalende! So better respect yoursef!

Passenger 1: 'tion sa. ( recognising the title, he stands up to salute). Reporting for duty sir! I did not see your face well sa.

The new passenger: No problem Officer. When we get to Obalende, we will arrest this guy. They dont know who they are dealing with.

Passenger 1: Yessa!

Woman1: Conductor! Oya give me my N500 make I come down abeg.

She made no move to do so as she spoke

Passenger2: Na so conductor go dey make mouth!Wen we reach Obalende now dem go dey beg!

By this time, yours truely had had it. Passenger1 and passenger2  were begining to sound like a bad record. They sat directly behind me and it was like they were shouting directly in my ear while Woman1 was busy raining insults on the conductor.  Meanwhile, the new passenger began to speak with someone on the phone. Just then the driver starts the bus and screeched out of Berger bus stop!

The new passenger: Hello. Who dey station? Mobilize na na na na na! Meet me for Obalende on top bridge wey dey come from mainland! We get one stubborn driver and one useless conductor for here.

The girl on my other side: Sister don't mind him. (she does the yimu sign towards him) daz's how they will be making noise! Mscheew. 

Passenger1: Oga abeg, make we use mouth for dem. You no say dem be small boys. Maybe dem borrow the motto make dem make shap shap money na why dem dey misbehave.

The new Passenger: Make we reach station first!

Passenger2: Officer! Leave am. He go no say he carry officers today! She na bcos we no wear uniform or call staff for am wen we enter the bus?

Me: Madam, you paid for two seats and now your son is sitting on a seat that someone else should be sitting on. Its not nice after all. You heard when the conductor called N100 and said it was five five. Even if we wont sit five five, at least carry your son! Its not right.

Woman1:Madam, shuu! wetin be your own? Anyway no be wetin we dey shout for be dat . I poposely telld my son make im siddon bcos  normally the conductor supposed to collect N50 from iyana Oworo to Obalende.

Me: really? Is it N50 from there? I always enter for N100 o and buses like this carry five five! Except they loaded from garage! but madam, you suppose don price the conductor before you pay or even siddon. I jus dey talk my own. No be fight abeg.

Passenger3(sitting directly in front of me); Na true madam. E no good. Carry your son! Afterall there was still seat when you entered the bus and you no tell the conductor say you go pay N50. You cannot just be taking advantage of the situation.

Passenger 4(sitting directly behind the driver): Madam, why are you causing commotion! Oga sirs, we all know that these types of buses carry five five and its not so bad if we adjust well bcos space dey!.

Some other passengers: Driver! Small small o! You carry pipo for back abeg!

After seeing the near brush our bus almost had with another car, I begin to chant 'Blood of Jesus! Blood of Jesus!' in my mind.

Passenger1 & 2: My friend sit down there! We should all be supporting ourselves.

Passenger5(sitting by the window infront of me): Yes o! As if its not for the good of us! And some people are busy supporting them! This same people that rip us off!

Woman1: Abi na! We are one Ni-je-ria  ('Nigeria'). Nkan ti some people she ninu bus eleyi koda now! At-liz (Atleast) let us speak with one voice. We should be hepin awasef (  'ourself' and 'helping')

Despite my initial fear, I couldn't help the euphoria of laughter that bubbled up inside me! In other words, laff won kill me die!( at this point I wish I could use smileys).

Passenger2: Driver! Wetin dey worry you now? You don dey craze abi? You no no say na third mainland bridge you dey so? God punish your father! ( with the hand gesture nearly slapping the back of my head in the process).

Driver(facing back now): Madam! Officer abi wetin you call Ysef! (yourself) God punish your generation! You dey craze! Why you no come drive this bus for me? Nonsense!

Me: Driver abeg face front o! I take God beg you! Take am easy! You no say na full speed you dey go so? Abeg.

Driver: Madam no vex! I don vex!

Conductor: Madam! You just dey shout since why you no go drive for am?

Woman1: Gbe enu e dake jare! Olori buruku osi! Omo jatititi! Omo ale! baxta! (bastard)

Me: madam take it easy! (talking loudly now). Madam shebi you were busy shouting one Nigeria just now. Will you like this bus to have an accident because you want to claim right! (turning to passenger2) Madam, its ok. Stop Insulting the driver let him concentrate and take us to our destination safely, please.

Passenger2: Cant you hear him abusing me too? 

Me: See ehn...I am not supporting anybody but you started it. 

Passenger5: Why are you supporting them sef? Whats you own? Cant we caution the driver if he is driving roughly? Mscheew.

M<e: Madam, if the driver cannot concentrate how will he drive well? When we reach Obalende, let the people that want to take justice take justice but meanwhile let us allow him to concentrate. You can see that the more you abuse him the roughly he drives.

By this time Woman1, Passenger2 and Passenger5 were quiet along with the rest of the people in the bus.

Passenger1: Madam, there is no need to panic! Our lives are not in his hands. Our lives are in Gods hands. We will reach our destination safely.

Me: Amen o! That is why as children of God, even though we need to stand up for what is right, we need to apply wisdom too. There is no point in driving the driver crazy and expecting him to drive well.

Some passengers: its true...

Driver: Sister taink you. God bless you.

Me: Driver! Abeg do small small biko (used the igbo word for 'please' having sensed his intonation)

Gently, the driver reduced his speed and the bus seemed quiet until one Nijeria woman spoke again.

Woman1: Mscheeeeeeew. hmmmm. Awon eleyi ko mo nkan kan!

Passenger1: Madam issokae nau!

Woman1: I call anybody name? Mscheew!

After her outburst, nobody else spoke. It seemed the earlier arguments had drained us all. We arrived Obalende with no more hassles or arguments. Plus, nobody arranged anybody to arrest anyone. Everyone heaved a sigh of relief happy to have arrived at  Obalende safely. 

GOD BLESS NIGERIA!!!!