Na who I go ask (1)

This here is a memoir from my days in school environment (University of Benin)I hope you find it an interesting read.

  Main gate! Main gate!! I hail down a bus. How much to main gate?,He lets me know it’s 70 naira.

‘If I hear!, 50 naira joor!!…He agrees and we are on our way.Never been the busybody type to try and greet everyone in d bus so I stuck to my business.

10 minutes and I’ll be home,was all I could think about.But…not once,not twice; I caught the driver taking glances at me.Oh well,maybe he thought I was someone he knew.I wasn’t bothered.

‘Aunty ur money?’, I dug my bag for the 50 naira note I have been trying to get rid of,and to my dismay the driver asked him not to collect my money.

‘I say make you leave am, I go give you!’, as surprised as I and the conductor was…. We both complied.Free transportation was a bonus for any student,believe me! 

Main gate oh!, we approached the bustop. I got off the bus and started to cross the road.The bus driver highlighted also and started to cross with me.

The passengers were yelling, oh were they yelling,’na woman go kill you!, mumu!, abeg I get where I dey go!.I was embarrassed, he wasn’t even bothered.

‘Please give me your number’,he said,I did.Trying to convince myself that if he was willing to take the risk,and also didn’t mind the shame that accompanied the idea to chase me down,that was the least I could do…

‘Okay I will call you’, Oh Jesus pls he shouldn’t,I thought.



Author: auntytalkytalky

Auntytalkytalky is a writer inspired by circumstances, a talkative by nature. Some are afraid to talk, she is afraid of shutting up. Enjoy!!!

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