Game Of Thorns

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The next morning;

We arrive at a park in Lagos and board on another bus to someplace mom called Obalende.

Dad didn't come home the night before and is awaiting our arrival at the new apartment, we'd be staying.

I heave a quiet sigh and shook my head in disgust. The indistinct music blasting through the worn-out stereo on the bus screeches in my poor ears.

Can someone just tell this man to turn that thing off already...

... Or they all are probably used to it.

I creep in my mind.

The middle aged man sitting at my front, keeps nudging his head back and forth as the bus bumps, accompanied by his engine-deep snore.

Drool, sprawled on the side of his mouth as he sleeps.

A raggedly dressed old woman, whose face looked as though she got slapped with poster colors countless times, with her badly maked-up face sits besides him.

"Ehh, majéki orí àgbákò eh yén kolù mi o, kin ma fún eh ní ìgbájú pèlú tara eh oo"

(Do not let that shapeless looking head of yours hit me, else I'd land a slap on you face with your bad condition).

The woman sternly warns in her deep accent, vigorously shaking her head and wags a finger at his sleeping face.

"Uhh take am easy madam, na how dem dey do be that, all these dirty aboki, mtcheww"

(Take it easy madam, that is how they behave, those dirty northerners, *hiss*).

An Igbo woman sitted on the front row reacts.

"Amoebic homo sapiens, Bunch of ignoramus buffoons"

A whacky looking man added, making half of the people on the bus burst into laughter.

"Yoruba, na wetin Hausa fiful do por you fa, kei! "

(Yoruba, where have the northerners wronged you)

A man which I presume is an Hausa from his accent, retorts from the far end of the bus, earning himself a collective revolt from few other passengers.

They kept trading insults amongst themselves, some passengers minded their businesses and others try intervening, while also adding to the sickening noise.

The tumult stopped when a loud, trashing slap crashes the bald head of the sleeping man.

He innocently jerks up from his sleep, and quietly mumbles "Allahu Akbar".
(God is great).

While also rubbing his palm on his probably head, which shone due to the sun reflections on it.

Most of the people on the bus erupt into a loud laugher, all mocking his naiveness. While he looks confused as to what happened.

I pitied his head, which prolly must be hot from the tight slap it received, but still couldn't help the light chuckle that escapes my mouth.

The uproar came to an end when the man and most of the passengers exit the bus.

I dramatically shut my eyes in relieve, Mentally grieving the prolonged drama was finally over.

"Good afternoon my brothers and sisters in the lord!!..

Oh my Gawd!..
(Inner voice)

.. Can somebody shout Hallelujah!"

An ordinary looking man, dressed in two different baggy, bleached suit, stands in the middle of the bus and preaches.

Spits flying out of his widely opened mouth as he speaks.

"Oga easy abeg"

The young lady sitting in front of him mouths a stern caution.

Scornfully eyeing him, as she wipes the invisible spit off her fore.

"Sorry my dear sister, you're blessed in the name of the lord "

The man courteously apologized.

Few people on the bus, who are Christians, replied him as he continues his sermons.

"Wow, wetin musa no go see for red sea"
(Inner voice).

That's Ivy's favorite line though, she'd start off with this whenever she was about narrating any of her silly gossips.

"Aww, I'm missing her already and very much aware she must be mad at my sudden disappearance"

I was unable to tell her I was leaving, but managed to relay the news to her mom and left my number with her, in case she gets a new phone.

Tired, I rest my head on my arm which laid on the window frame of the bus. My eyes skirting around the big, busy street from where I cooly sat on the drama filled bus.

I try to slowly inhale the hot, harsh breeze brushing on my skin, and end up coughing from the crude motor fumes I inhaled.

Sultan's snoring on mom's lap while Aaliyah drools on mine.

For a fleeting moment, I wondered how they could both fall asleep amid these melodramas.

The bus bumps again, as it escapes one pothole to another.

High pitched clattering and nagging of people on the street was nothing close to that of serene Minna, where I formerly stayed.

"Obalende oh!"

The conductor screams on top of his hoarse voice.

"Owa oo"
(Present o).

Mom and few other passengers shouts, and she prepares to alight the bus, waking Sultan from his sleep, while I also did same with Aaliyah who lazily yawned at my attempt.

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