Tuesday, May 29, 2012

What a day...

      I had not had a drink in two months and one day (since I left NYSC camp). I cleared the growing grass around the abode and then went to deposit some money for my younger sister (she is a student in FUT Minna {the school I dropped out from [students are always needing more money]}). On the way to the bank (after I suffered my worse case of claustrophobia in the first bus and rudeness by an elderly woman), I waved Uche (Omooblonshojo's younger brother) who was entering a taxi. As the taxi passed by me, I asked if he was in the city. He said he was on IT. Before then, Rukky called and I sacrificed 12pm (the next day). GT bank has two metal detector entry door. I noticed a pretty busty lady entering one as I was in the other. I filled a deposit slip and went to the second floor to join a cue. The same lady was sitting. But she had the audacity to tell me she was before me on the queue. I looked at her in silence. She said 'either way, it doesn't matter who came first' (I still didn't say nothing to her {when I asked her who the last person on the queue was, she didn't answer me}). Still queuing, Jeremih (I read his name tag {the queue was fucking long}) came along. I remembered him from ATBU (before he recognized me). Then he collected my money to deposit it. I went and sat beside the lady and asked her if she would give me her pin if I helped her jump the queue (I am a typical Nigerian {I heard her complaining about the length of queues in Nigerian banks [I saw her operating a Blackberry]}). She thought I was joking until Jeremih came to give me the carbon copy of my deposit slip. We exchanged numbers and pins (she agreed, go figure!). I went to another bank to collect an ATM card, but I only succeeded in falling my mood by fifty percent. I went to Lugbe to celebrate Brima's Pop's promotion to a Judge and ended up Djing. I left late after three canned stout, some Red Label, some Red wine, some Amstel Malt, some Fayrouz, some Fruit Juice, some fried rice, some fried chicken (In no order {most of the liquids were married}). The folks attested to the fact that my djing skills, " banger" and I gave my number out (now {as I am tying} I remember who Glane is). The ladies were not really conversing proper. So I updated with Don-tu (AbdulKarim was there too {Mary, Abdul and Andy too [who knew I would see eight of my college colleagues just by going the fuck out]}). I left and met a talkative (who almost broke into the list of top three talkatives I know). She talked about her one chance experience while rubbing her breast on me in the taxi (she blew my high {with all that talk}). I could tell she was real gidi 'cos she kept asking "you get?". Further probing and I discovered that she lived a stone throwing distance from the Akereles (my childhood friends). I was so entertained by her talk (not her halitosis) that I paid her fair (after collecting her channel, go figure!), and here I be (2:30am) realizing that abstinence from "nice thing" is one of the reasons why I write less...

5 comments:

  1. Thanks. Pls can you put your name after any comment so I don't assume you are EdWard. Like: comment comment bla bla blue comment - El-maye...

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  2. All due respect to your writing and social skills but were you actually expecting someone else.
    - el-poyo loco

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  3. when are you dropping that next line? you taking long mate

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  4. Soon mate, some. Got some shit slowing shit down. - El-M4y3...

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