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LIVING IN LAGOS CHRONICLES BY YOURS TRULY




Its been a minute yeah, I know and I've missed you. After a conversation with some friends, I finally got inspired to write about one of my Living in Lagos Chronicles.


As much as every memory of this incident surprises me, I find a reason or two to laugh real hard and even consider acting...lol.



The initial plan on this fateful morning was to go to work as usual but then that bad angel whispered evil thoughts of where I could go to and would have more fun (unholy) obviously, #imnosaint!. So I changed routes and headed to ........... story for another day. I had enough opportunities to change my mind because I was so unlucky from the very beginning. First, I had to sit in a bus for 2 good hours trying to wait for passengers and of course they never came. I got impatient, got off the bus and went to some other bus stop. Luckily I found one, it took me to Costain. At least I was a bit close to my destination, Surulere. Then I began to wait again at the Costain bus-stop for a bus that also never came. Finally a cab that was not painted like the regular Lagos cabs by the way, appeared but what did I care, my mind was more on where I was heading than how I got there.



Here my story begins.



We were four in the cab, including the driver.we had gotten to Shitta when the well plotted drama as I call it began.



Driver: Oya what do you want me to do for you now,The only help I can render is to take you back to the garage where I picked you from.

Girl: Oga Direba pls I no no Lagos well well.If you take me go garage back i go just lost and them go collect the money from my hand.

Second passenger(FRANK): What money???

Driver: No mind am jare,na thief she be.if no be thief how she go take see all that kain money?

Girl: 'ORI MI OOO'.Pls I no be thief,na for sokoto I dey work as cook for one rich Alhaji.The Alhaji kon sick one day and as all the maids see say im go die soon,we all plan with the chief maid say make we take as much as we fit take and run away.One night,we con take money,gold from im secret room and we run.

Frank: So where the money dey

Driver: E dey inside my boot,she carry am put for inside Ghana-must-go.

Frank: U don't say!!!.so what do you wanna do with the money now?

Driver: Me I dey fear oo!,if police stop us now na trouble be dat one o.

Girl: I no mine make we all share the money but please no me take back to the garage.



At this point,I didn't know whether to get off the cab as apparently we weren't heading anywhere or just continue the trip as my curiosity wanted.



.........



Frank: Let me see this money we're talking about. (The driver looked for a parking space,told the girl to get down,carried a 'Ghana-must-go' of money out of the boot and bought it into the car.We opened it and to my awe, it was filled to the brim with hard currency.) Mind you,I mean really full.



Script continues.........



Frank: O.M.G.This is a whole lot of money, so what are we going to do about this?

Girl: We fit share this money equal equal and everybody go dey happy but if I go garage,them go collect all this money from my hand and them fit beat me on top.

Driver: Wetin make we con do

Frank: I think this is an opportunity,we can help this girl to help us too.

Then as he tried to pick a bundle,the girl shouted.

Girl: no touch am, na the problem wey bin dey there be dat.The Alhaji na serious talisman. I hear say he don put curse on top im money. If you touch it,you go die naunau like fowl. One maid try am,na so she cough blood die.

Driver: E le yi tu wa le ooo!!! ( This one is hard o).So wetin we go do now?

Frank: Girl,what do you have in mind?

Girl: I no no,na my big sister I be won tell, but I don lost my phone.

Driver: If I take go meet one baba you gree go

Girl: Yes I no get choice.



Even after this (((RED ALERT))), I still didn't get down from this vehicle. We all kept quiet till we got to a sawmill in Coates Str, Ebutemetta, Lagos Mainland.






Like I said at the very beginning, every thought of this particular incident brings laughter to me. Even as I write I'm laughing so hard but at this point I've got to drop my pen to catch my breath. So as our #Nollywood adverts end their commercials with   "WATCH OUT FOR PART TWO" , expect to read about my journey to the babalawo's shrine, my encounter with the famous baba, the ritual and the escape! Have a lovely weekend. Don't forget to share and post your comments.







Live, Love and Learn.

Comments

Unknown said…
Wow..interesting read..patiently awaiting part 2
Taraspace said…
Thanks darling, glad u like. Patience is a virtue.
Anonymous said…
Abeg don't take too long o
Taraspace said…
Yes! It won't .........thanks for reading.
Anonymous said…
Something is wrong with you Tara
Taraspace said…
A little adventure won't kill.

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