Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 139
Brainbox gave her the nickname “small stout” the
first day he met her not because she loved
drinking small stout, but because she was as short
as a stout bottle.
“Nekede!! Nekede!!” The bus conductor was
I don’t mean he was looking at his shadow on the
floor, what i meant was that he was yelling for
passengers to come board his bus.
If you live in Lagos, you would agree with me that
“shadow” is a popular word you would hear mostly
at motor parks and bus stops.
“Nekede! Nekede!!” the bus conductor yelled.
This time, his shadowing words sounded like
“N’aked! N’aked!!” and not “Nekede! Nekede”
As i was about boarding the bus, something held
I dragged, and dragged, until i heard,
“braaaaaaoooo!”. That was when it dawned on me
that my bling bling shirt had torn.
I thought it was just a minor damage, but when
Gabriella that followed me behind said; “you shirt
had torn, it is big oh”, that was when i knew i was
in for it.
I turned and saw that what Gabriella called Big
was actually “Bigger and Biggest”.
My shirt had suddenly turned a singlet.
My shirt was torn into two equal halves. One was
on me, while the other hung on the door of the
bus like a flag. A Biafran flag maybe.
“Conductor see wetin una door don do me” I cried.
“guy no be only you don enter this motor oh,
people wey don enter before you enter no
complain oh” The bus conductor said.
I wasn’t the only passenger that had entered the
bus like the bus conductor rightly said. But it
seemed the door of the bus saw the shirts of the
others and left them, but magnetised mine like a
nail to a magnet.
“sorry oh!” Gabriella was consoling me over the
lose of half of my bling bling shirt.
“its nothing” I replied. It was actually
“something”. Yes, it was a big thing.
“sorry oh” Small stout said.
“why you dey tell me sorry na? abi person die” I
“guy you look like all this Fulani boys wey dey
pursue Cow, naso them dey dress oh, naso their
cloth dey tear” Man laughed at me.
“na you be like Fulani” I almost said.
As we sat in the bus and the bus moved, i
That “something” was that i had no transport
fare, i had spent all the money with me as seed
offering in Church. I planted the seeds because i
was so happy, and i knew the seed would
germinate soon. Or so i tot.
“Brainbox you save me oh, u know say i no get
money for transport, nawa oh, and those girls for
laugh me well well oh” I said to Brainbox as we
alighted from the bus.