Mercy Oluwakemi Adeniyi
I was reprimanded at work for a mistake that wasn’t totally mine and my day was almost ruined. Baby me, I had cried my eyes out in the toilet after been severely scolded.
I’m the usual quiet office girl and the days incident only contributed to my ‘moodiness.’ Some of my colleagues tried to cheer me up but it wasn’t working. I thanked them for their efforts and recoiled back to my shell.
My heart was home.
The day dragged on lazily and my eyes were glued to my watch.
As soon as my time struck 6:00pm, I picked my bag and walked out. I grumbled ‘good night’ as I walked out – my face, stone cold.
A day like this, my ear piece would have been my life saver but my ear piece had been MIA. So, it was just me and my bad habit as I marched to the park.
Heaven apparently took notice of my mood and decided to help me get home in time – I got a bus as soon as I got to the park.
I boarded, only to discover I was in a bus filled with different characters.
I missed my earpiece – I could not believe I was going to have to listen to all the ‘drama’ my co-passengers would display.
See ehn, when I’m in a bus, I mind my business Wai. I don’t get involved in whatever is going on – mine is to get to my destination with as little conversation as possible. Even when jokes are being made, I make it a pattern not to laugh but smile slightly (without anyone noticing ). So, in a nutshell, I keep to myself pretty much but you know, in Lagos nothing is static. If you’re not careful, you won’t know when you’d start acting ‘street’ even on suit.
A young man was sitting by me, as other people in the bus chatted noisily.
Young man – (to me) ‘Hello Bae.’
Me – (looks at him, sizes him up. Look away. Says nothing)
Young man – ‘it’s you I’m talking to now.’
Me – (looks at him. Undecided. Concentrates on nothingness)
Young Man – ‘you must be tired. I’m sorry for disturbing you. What work do you do?’
Me – (I don’t want him to keep looking stupid) ‘Good evening.’
Young man – ‘Oh, good evening. Was it because I did not greet you earlier that you ignored me?’
Me – (ignoring him internally but manages to give him a killer smile)
Young man – ‘See that smile (he gushes foolishly). My name is hgftyun. What’s yours?’
Me – ‘Never mind.’
Young man – (trying to be funny) ‘your name is ‘never mind?’
Me – (now irritated). ‘I’m tired. Can you please stop already?’
Young man – ‘ok. One last thing, can I have your number please?’
Me – ‘Sure.’ (stretches forth my hand. Collects his phone. Punch my dad’s number. Returns the phone).
Young man – (dials the number and it rings. Ends the call). ‘Thanks.’
Me – ‘you’re welcome. (under my breathe -) Enjoy your life.’
I stylishly watch to see what he saved the number as- he saves it as ‘Never Mind Girl’. In my mind, I’m like ‘typical Nigerian.’
My dad would either tell him – ‘wrong number’ or the old man would prolly preach to him. I wish him ‘Goodluck and Buhari’.
Yada Yada …
Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi Esq.