Morning Rush...

I woke up startled like its world war III, the gentleman leaving next door is having his prayer session and I think heaven is about to set loose…. i said a little word of prayer. With pride struggled out of bed. Looked out my window to see the drizzling rain, saying to myself ‘no wonder.’ its  6:30 am and I have less than 30minutes to get out of the house. Running around my self-contained room to get some water boiled…I actually don’t know what to wear but I believe Inspiration would come after rendering my special number in the bathroom.                                                                                                                           

Looking at the time, I said to myself well I can be a little late today its Friday and my peplum dress would see the light of the day too, the Ankara I sew some weeks ago from my cousin, which she actually used to practice, cause a professional seamstress wouldn’t have done this my nice ‘Daviva’ Am running late and it seem like it’s the only ironed clothe have got…. With my stilettos I was looking stunning ;), let’s hope. ….i find my way to the junction of my house and Boom! see traffic… its 7:30am already and no bus s coming forth. Thoughtfully this would be my 3rd time of getting a query since I started work… stood 30minutes at d bus stop looking so chick in d rain.. with nice cars zooming pass me I felt like shouting ‘didn’t your bible ever teach you to help your neighbour's.'

Finally I got a bus looked at the time it was 8:15 wow!  With this traffic? Sat in the traffic thinking deeply about my life… I seriously want to go back to Port Harcourt… I miss my mummy! ‘owo da?’ brought me back… I opened my bag and alas!,I can’t find my purse!!! I felt this cold shiver down my spine ‘how on earth am I going to pay this dude’…. Looked round the bus 2 see if there are nice dudes in here ;;)…at least if he’s gonna start shouting I won’t feel too embarrassed, probably they could help a sister in need… his third attempt to get his money was not quite as I was pushed to tell him ‘I cant find my purse’…it probably must have fallen off my bag while trying to rush into the bus.

I had this urge to check my bag pack for money I didn’t resist… and alas here is a #200 note the exact amount I needed, Bless Jesus I said with relieve… I didn’t waste time in shouting ‘take your money o’ at least not before it flies out of the window, my phone seem boring now. Had to think my way through the hold-up…. ‘O wa o’  I shouted from the back it’s my bus stop… walking through the pedestrian bridge I felt a very cold breeze down ma feet… am feeling sick!!! just as I was about feeling sorry for myself…I looked down the bridge and here is it… a comic for self-relieve. So hilarious wish u guys saw this… two touts beating up a policeman, don’t know the cause of the rudiment but I had a Good laugh, Buhahah!!! as I was still laughing I remembered I was by my office gate. ‘A sorry face would do now’ I said to myself… its 10:35am and my boss is gonna be very pissed!!!!     

written by: Debby Oni     

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