The Authorpreneur

Serial Ranter So once again, I decided to take the mini yellow bus to my place of work on a hot Monday morning. Sharply dressed in my corporate wear, looking all trim and prim, I joined the other passengers and queued up to wait for the next available bus. We were orderly and organized today, and besides it was convenient for me to use this bus today and not request for taxify or O'ride as I was wont to do. I just had to be economical since we have a president who is more interested in marrying a second wife than making life easier for Nigerians who didn't vote for him but were conned into accepting him. Even though I'm always of the opinion that we deserve the president we have because the average Nigerian reasons from their anus, we still deserve better. Even shit deserves a better package. The line was very long, but it was worth it. Those that were queuing didn't have two heads. Halfway through the journey, the conductor began his usual routine co...

Serial Ranter In the usual mad rush to beat the next available person and gain a seat inside the unusual scarce buses in the morning, I noticed an elderly man, standing helplessly and unable to compete with the younger and much more heavily built youths all around him. Men and women, even kids all rushing, stepping on themselves, pulling one another's clothes without a care in the world and hurling insults at one another without even bothering about the elderly man, standing hopelessly. Indeed this generation is worse then Sodom and Gomorrah I thought. I was sick to my stomach at the sight, so I walked up to him, asked him where he was headed and fortunately, he was heading my way, so I told him to stay close and waited for the next bus, and as it came, I fought like a wounded tiger, pushing and scratching and finally succeeded in securing one spot, immediately I gave it to him, he climbed in and I couldn't get in as the bus was filled up. I felt fulfilled that instan...