The experience I want to share today ehn, left me so distressed that although it happened on Thursday, it is just now I'm calm enough to talk and laugh about it. For those who have read my other stories, you know I work in Yaba (please nobody should ask for the address again, they have started looking at me somehow in that street) and live in Agungi Lekki. I know, the distance is cray yeah?! But I do it for the love of my job.....and alert.
So back to the koko, on Thursday evening, I rushed out of work sometime around 5:10pm calculating the the next two hours I will spend in the traffic, but also looking forward to finally having time to watch MERLIN! My love for that series made me spend the whole previous night downloading season 1 to 4, thank you Glo for being so good to me.
The noise from the ricketty bus I entered at Alagomeji discouraged me from watching my movie and so I decided to wait till I enter bus going to Ajah. Coming down from Third Mainland bridge, I was shocked to see the dark clouds, flashes of lightening and hear thunder rumbling in the sky. Instead of the bus I even entered to stop in the normal place, he decided to stop at the top of that bridge going towards Onikan and we the passengers had to run down.
Rapidly tucking my phone into the side zip of my bag and simultaneously coming down from the bus I guess I did not put my phone in well. Seeing a bus going towards Ajah, I jumped in with my newly acquired Lagos agility, till I heard the conductor say "Agungi na 300 o", the speed I used to jump out ehn, If iI went for Olympics I would have come back with a medal. The Agungi on some days that I enter with 150? Ko jo mehn!
Rain suddenly started to fall and I luckily saw another bus willing to take 200, as I was about entering the bus, I just felt a slight tug on my bag, turning around and seeing noone in particular, I entered the bus, felt my bag to bring out my phone so I could watch Merlin and I almost went mad. I came down o, searching my bag in the rain, my 5k haircut going to trash, barely seeing with the rain washing down my glasses, I called out to the agbero boys around, maybe the guy that even used his phone to call my number was the person who took it sef. We tried the number severally, after ringing once the phone went off.
I kept thinking, shooo, is this how it feels?? Just like that, no more phone. And then it hit me, AH, MY MERLIN!! Season 1 to 4, I sat in the next bus I entered and a single tear dropped from my eye. Not for the rundown Infinix phone people have used to insult me tire but for my movie that I have been looking forward to watch since last night. Did I mention I ended up paying #250 in this new bus??
Shout out to the nigga who took my phone, the guy is so fast and smooth, he unzipped my bag, disconnected my earpiece, took the phone and disappeared in less than five seconds.May I be as good at my craft as you are with yours. But Abeg, if na you go use am no go expose all my Chidinma-like videos o, just delete them abeg and make sure you format it before you sell. And please I go dey enter bus for Obalende with my new phone, no come my market again o, oja ti tan.
Written By: Shalz Ekelaka (Content Writer, 247NNU)
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