MY AGBERO AND BUS DRIVER CHRONICLES. AJAH UNDER BRIDGE.

Talk about a burst of colours; my yellow bag and pink top was popping, I was ready for the day. Got to the bus stop, my favourite Agbero- tall, dark, huge chest and all was on duty, I was relieved. I would usually go to him to help me get a bus whenever there's a gbe body e situation.

He never smiles; I caught him once with my hawk eyes; it was a Kanye experience, the switch though.  Me  I sha saw what my eyes was looking for; his teeth was sparkling white but he's lost a tooth in the lower front row.

I restrained from saying hi this morning, the situation was within my powers, the conductor continued calling bus-stop rhythmically, different ushers for different buses persuading you to enter.  The call and response usually goes on till the bus is full.

I entered a white bus; I already know my seat, back row window side. That's my comfort zone, don't ask me why or how pliss. Ears plugged, music blasting, morale was high as per TGIF vibes nobody can steal my joy.

Few minutes before take-off, Simi’s sweet voice was gradually fading, I was just hearing gbas gbos gbas gbos, as if someone changed the music to Small Doctor but I was holding my phone so errrm no one can change the music right? Then I  looked up to see what's happening, it appears my fav agbero is also a good cook, he was just pounding the driver like cocoyam. Ah! Kilosele now now?

The amebo in me is fully awake now trying to catch up on the gist, As I watched the agbero drag the  driver from his seat mercilessly I turned to the  fair lady beside me : wetin happen? She replied with a non-attentive ‘I no know o' she; also trying to get a good view of the brawl.

Punches and slaps, plenty Yoruba flying in the air, I couldn't pick the words but I guess it was mostly about how I'll beat you to death. I was shamelessly looking out for the agbero, although he had the upper hand but ‘no be person wey first call police dey win case'

Las las, we won!  I mean the Agbero won the fight.  Passengers were already impatient, some dropped to enter another bus but as for me? We die here. I’m in my comfort zone come and drag me.




Written by Molawa Olawale.
Edited by Abayomi Olaofe.