Reverie...

"Can I see that?" A light-skinned chick with blue contact lens beside me asked.
She was referring to d magazine I had earlier on been flaunting as I was about folding and dropping into my bag.
With no reply I handed it over and smiled inside...'things were going according to planned' I thought .I shook my head mentally and looked on as the bus juggled from side to side on the bumpy road...no thanks to the government.
I suddenly remembered I had just downloaded a song earlier on and brought out my blackberry Q5 ,I plugged in my ear-phones
Noticed I had 4 ping notifications, I replied each one and took my time chatting but not before I noticed d little glances she threw at me stylishly. . .:)
The conductor who was squashed between a fat lady and the door shouted in a hoarse voice "your money line by line no change!"
have never heard a conductor say there is change even if he held all the world's lowest denomination in his hands "you will never have change in your life" a man wearing a check-shirt patterned trousers shouted, igbo intonation dripping from his every word "Dem no they get" my ear-phones had been long removed from my ear cos of the noise. simultaneously, a lady shouted from the back  "Mo n so fun yin sin, to ba bi weere kan ko ma fun mi ni change mi o" the conductor shouted back in anger  bathing the fat lady beside him with spit.
I quickly did a mental calculation to be sure of the amount I had with me. I breathed a sigh of relief when I remembered I asked for change after dropping my offering in church the previous day.
Meanwhile, this chick beside me kept digging and digging into her bag almost pouring its content. Is everything alright? I asked one of those dumb questions like it wasn't obvious there was a prob. "I thought I had #120 somewhere, but all am seeing here is #1000" she replied worried.
It got to her turn to pay and she had no other choice than to outstretch the #1000 note.
In times like dis, u would expect the conductor to spark and throw all the curses he had ever mastered in his life but surprisingly he skipped her and her money and collected mine and others then he shouted to the driver "driver eni kan ma bole nibi..."Hey...sister get down" he said calmly "This is not where am going, collect ur money now"
"U still they blow gramma!...ogbeni,bo le fun mi jere"
Every other person in d bus was pleading except d igbo man
"U are a wicked soul! U beta repent or u will go to hell fire"
Dis fueled d conductor's anger who almost poked his finger into d man's eye "ara lo ma san pa e! "
I quickly brought out my last card and shoved it in d conductor's hands.
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I stepped in through the company's gate and headed to d card machine wit d tot of d impossibility of conveying myself back home at d back of my mind.
I swiped my card through d machine and it brought out my details including d ugly passport I detested.I sighed
I turned and bumped in2 d company's pester 'Alex'
"Wat did u bring?am hungry..ehen,gimme your pin now.av bin asking for it" Alex demanded in an annoying high-pitch voice
"Hey kip your voice down"I whispered "my ears are just fine" I rolled my eyes
"I like this hand-band.gimme" Alex shouted unrepentant...I was about lambasting him wen my phone rang
"Hello" I gave a sharp response
"Its Jemima..."
"Jem...what?"
"U helped me out in d bus dis morning"
My heart fluttered,I remembered dropping my number which she requested for while trying not to get my hopes up.
"U there?" She asked uncertain
"Err...yess...u at work now?"
"Sure,thanks to u...what time is your lunch?"
"12pm" still unsure of d significance of d question
"Ok...ow about I give u a treat at TFC?"
I rubbed my sweaty palms on my jean.
"No...u don't av to..."
"Honestly I fill indebted to u...so c u at 12" and she hung up
Just like that?I thought to myself bewildered.
Alex had long skipped off to another victim.
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(I kip reminding myself this isn't a novel...lol!av got to cut d crap!!)
With all d nervousness and feelings of uncertainty, the lunch 'date' (or so I thought) went well.
We became fast friends,got to know we had lots in common...we talked on phone any chance we get(anytime there's airtime on my phone actually),
My hopes rising...
Alas! There might b a way here
"We need to talk" I finally mustered courage to send d text after several 'sleepless' nights of weighing d outcomes.
She gullibly came to my house without hesitation(the height of being friend-zoned) we watched a movie and had a spag. food fight(no thanks to my playfulness)
In d course of it,I happened to find my face inches from hers(d moment av bin waiting for!)...I planted a kiss on her lips,simultaneously my hands went to her boobs, I tot bewildered,buh I dint mind. If I hadn't been so into it I would av noticed she was drawing back.
"Jeez!" She exclaimed and stood up in a rush.
I just kept staring at my feet like they were a set of fascinating mermaid feet.
"Sowi...but,am not..."
"OMG...I thought...'D luv u too' and d 'miss u' and all that meant something" I retorted and covered my face.she sat down and looked apologetic
"I didn't mean to mislead u,sorry...but,am not interested in girls,...I mean am not a les..."
"Its ok" I cut her off.I hate to hear d word,just den she placed her palm on my shoulder...oh no.....it was a tap on my shoulder!
"na last bus stop be this o, make una get down"
I quickly squeezed my purse in my bag, collected my mag as she muttered a thank you and then got down from d bus.

Written by: Priscilla Oyinlola.

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