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What A Ride!

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After work, I jumped into a bus as few others climbed in after me and soon the bus drove off

I noticed the guy sitting by the window next to my left looked so sad, there was no trace of a smile on his face

I decided to cheer him up

Why I cared, I will never understand

"Hi stranger," I smiled

He didn't smile back, just looked at me wondered what had gotten into me

"What will I do to make you laugh?"

I asked

He smiled then

"See, progress!" I said and he laughed and showed yellow teeth

I wasn't discouraged, I was enjoying this game so I began telling him jokes and narrating my life story in a comical way

He was laughing and laughing all through the gist

Then he stopped laughing and looked at me in the eyes

" God please, do not toast me!"

I begged God in my mind aware that I will give him premium snubbing and shunning that might make him relapse back into depression

As if he read my mind, he started crying

"If you like cry blood, I will never ever even give you my number even if you use jazz... Not with that teeth sef." I said in my mind

"Why are you crying?" I summoned up the courage to ask

He looked at me and said, "I am a ritualist, and we just kidnapped you to use you for rituals, but you are so funny and nice, I don't feel like killing you again."

I wanted to laugh at the joke but you know that feeling you have that something is serious even though it doesn't appear serious

Then the realization hit me, throughout the bus ride, nobody alighted, and I was the only woman in the bus

I almost pissed in my pants, and it took the grace of God not to panic

"Nobody has made me laugh like this in a long time." he continued, wiping his face with his hands

"Thank you, sir!" I didn't know why I was thanking him but I was grateful he found me funny.

Then he shouted, "Stop the bus, now!"

The driver stopped

He looked at me and said, Come down here, go left, then turn right, you will see another bus stop, look well before you enter the next bus. Good night fine funny girl.”

I turned like a zombie and obeyed his command, I found the bus stop, waited and stopped okada

God will not allow me to enter bus ever again

Your money na #1500, meanwhile it's #250 journey to my house from there

I knelt down and thanked him and climbed the okada

Uncle was shocked

I will be nice to everyone from today, even my village people!

The End


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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