Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi

I’m working on a project that requires the use of frames. I reached out to a couple of people and even got a Facebook contact who from the East, linked me up with a few persons in Lagos. Everything was looking bright but because of the perfectionist that I am, I believed I could get better offers.

11:00am, thereabout, I got a call.

Caller – ‘Madam, there’s a guy I just saw at Trade Fair. Come check it out

Me – How much is he willing to do it and at what price?

Caller – Madam, I didn’t price it. When you get here, price it yourself.

Me – Ok thanks.

I immediately reached out to my sister. She’s excited for me. I rushed out of the house.

As soon as I reached the junction, a shop caught my attention. I walked towards the shop only to discover they sell Frames. What I was looking for was under my nose.

I haggled with the shop owner. He seemed reasonable. I made a mental note of the shop. I took his number, thanked him for his warm reception and bid him bye.

The sun was out but I got a bus going my way easily. Traffic was light but it still took me about two hours before I got to my destination.

I saw the supposed frame makers who ended up being middle men. I wasn’t impressed. I checked some other shops. I eventually saw one that fitted my purpose but was pricy. I was advised to check Mushin.

I took pictures of my preferred design and left for my house.

I don’t trust Lagos roads and so rather than ‘bus’ it down from Trade Fair to Iyana Iba, I rode on a bike.

In good time, I got to Iyana Iba. Joined the bus going to Iyana Ipaja.

I had planned to ‘listen’ to nature this very evening. I wasn’t going to plug in my earpiece. I wanted to hear ‘gist’ from other Passengers.

It was a short man, in white shirt in a black trousers that called in Passengers. There wasn’t anything special about the man aside his dressing. His voice was as ‘cranky’ as the typical Lagos Conductor. He made crude jokes and laughed loud like a typical garage man.

The bus was full and then another man came to collect our fares from us. It was then it became clear that he wasn’t even a Conductor.

The Driver moves to the Driver’s seat and then this ‘shadower’ joins the bus as well. The bus was full already and so he just hangs by the door.

My mind did a quick survey –

‘ok, maybe he wants to sell something. I don’t want to hear it. It’s time to go the ‘earpiece’ way.’

I search my bag for my earpiece and as I did so, the man started talking-

Woli Agba – Good evening you people in this bus. I know say una wan go rest for house. I promise say I no go use all una time. Na just twenty minutes I wan take. I use God beg una. Make una listen to me because you no no wetin God do you today as you take jam me.

I want to listen but I need a cover. I plug in my earpiece, put Michael Smiths ‘Majesty’ on replay at the barest volume.

Woli Agba – As I dey leave Agbara this afternoon, na im one accident happen. Na one girl motor jam. She wan comot for bus, na so her cloth hook door and driver don they move. Dem try drag her but na so her cloth no gree drag. One motor come dey come for other side. Next thing wey we hear na gbos gba! The motor jam am. Na im she die o!

At this point, the man had everyone’s attention. Everyone was literally looking at him with different shocked expressions. Women especially, started feeling sad and sorry for the girls family.

The story was indeed sad and the man was a great story teller. However, I wasn’t comfortable that this man was going to take advantage of that incident and deceive people.

I continued working on my phone without looking at the man or the other Passengers, while I listened on.

Woli agba – That girl like that begin the month, she no no sey she no go see the end.

Make I tell you my own ‘tory too. My papa come from Osun for inside this Nigeria but my mama na from inside Ghana she take come.

My papa go do work for Ghana for thirty years, na im he jam my mama. Na seven pikin my papa born and I be last born.

My papa don die and my mama too but before dem die, dem tell me sey when dem born me, dem see star and our Prophet for that time tell dem sey na Prophet star I get.

Today, I don become Evangelist. As you see me so, I bin get many motor wey I dey drive but I no dey too do well. I come remember sey my papa talk sey na Prophet star I get. Na why I dey do the work be that.’

At this point I thought everyone should have understood where he was going but a quick scan on the faces of the people seated close by indicated they merely became more interested.

My people, things dey happen for this life!’

Woli Agba – ‘Last week, na im I meet one woman wey dey go Iyana Iba. As I look her, na so I see vision. Plenty devil dey pursue her. Inside the bus o, I give her my number sey make she call me. She call me and I tell am sey she get problem and she go do deliverance. As I dey tell am, na so she dey shake like person wey dem pour werepe for body. Na so I dey speak in tongue ooo… Na so I hear one voice wey dey talk sey make I no release the woman o. I shout back at the voice sey she must to be released. Me and that spirit shout for like thirty minutes before I win am.

I looked again intentionally amd I saw people shaking their heads in awe.

It was like an enchantment.

The man continued with lots of stories and stories and the more stories he told, the more he was convincing them.

He finished his stories and called that people closed their eyes for prayers. Almost everyone obeyed. At that point, I knew the man was not operating naturally.

I took charge of my atmosphere with my eyes wide opened.

He led some dangerous incantations in form of prayer points and people complied as if under a spell.

They finished their dangerous prayer and the man started receiving visions for different people in the bus. He instructed a woman to read something over her son at 1am, seven times over a bottle of gin and the young man was to drink the gin afterwards. The woman said she had no sons but her sisters son was been expected. The man said her sister’s son was as good as her son and so she must do it. The woman agreed to do same.

He told another that she is in grave danger and she must give ten hausa beggars salt and sugar for ten days at different junctions, so the danger can be rerouted to the beggars.

I wasn’t shocked. I had expected such visions from him, for he was but a mere swindler.

Then he dropped the usual lines :

Woli Agba – ‘Thank you my people. You know I can’t do this work of God alone. Na money wey people like you give people like us we dey use keep body and soul together.

Anything wey you have, I go collect. Nothing dey too small. Epp me with something make I use chop. I never chop this evening and I no dey fast. I dey hungry. Abeg, epp me. As you epp me, poverty no go be your portion. Nothing dey too small.’

I sighed.

People started dipping their hands into their pocket to ‘bless’ the man. It was none of my business.

The woman sitting next to me, who looked to me like a school teacher, brought out an envelope from her bag, picked a thousand naira note and gave the man.

The man was excited as the woman gave him the money. Immediately he said-

Woli Agba – As I dey look you since, spirit dey give me message for you but I no know as I go take share am because no be every message we dey deliver for public. Take my number 9273636337749. Call me by 7:00am tomorrow morning, my phone go don charge, I go deliver the message to you personally. May God bless you as you don bless me.

This man just swindled this woman the local way. Now I was pained.

I alighted at the next bus stop.

Your spiritual anthena must be functional everytime and anywhere, especially if you are in Lagos.

Eko o gba gbere!

Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi Esq.