*DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WIWI ON YOUR BODY Oooo.*
SOMEONE WROTE
Laff it off
I came from a family that loves beans. We love beans so much that we can eat it, morning afternoon and night.
My dad was a police officer, he told me how he almost missed a promotion exam bcos of beans.
I was on my way to the East and had eaten more than enough beans the night before.
Early in morning, I boarded a fully air conditioned Hummer bus at Jibowu bus stop.
We commenced the journey like every other good people, no wahala.
We stopped at Ore about 9.30 am to eat. The driver was selfish to drop us at a place where food was very costly. Apparently because the drivers are normally given free package when they bring clients to them.
I had to buy things outside the fast food, I bought egg roll, suya and groundnuts.
They were all bad combinations, coupled with a bottle of palm wine with which I escorted all the things I bought down my system.
After eating, we continued the journey. We hadn't gone for 15 minutes when a serious protest in my stomach began. The reaction was worse than South African xenophobia.
I was afraid and shy to notify the driver to stop the vehicle so I could go and ease myself because of other passengers.
At that time a man was preaching in the bus with anger as if he was doing it against his will. All his preaching was about hell fire, hell fire.
But the tension was unbearable, I thought to myself which hell fire will be worse than what I was going through.
I started sweating profusely even under the heavy air condition in the bus. Finally, I threw caution to the wind and shouted to the driver: “Oga abeg look for somewhere and park, I wan ****".
The Edo driver shouted at me: " *_your father..come force me to stop na, you nor see toilet for Ore_ ?. Useless man* "
Every passenger in the bus was on me, some abusing my ancestors, some my father, while the rest abused my village... Some even accused me of wanting to rob them with my g....
*DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WIWI ON YOUR BODY Oooo.*
SOMEONE WROTE
Laff it off 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I came from a family that loves beans. We love beans so much that we can eat it, morning afternoon and night.
My dad was a police officer, he told me how he almost missed a promotion exam bcos of beans.
I was on my way to the East and had eaten more than enough beans the night before.
Early in morning, I boarded a fully air conditioned Hummer bus at Jibowu bus stop.
We commenced the journey like every other good people, no wahala.
We stopped at Ore about 9.30 am to eat. The driver was selfish to drop us at a place where food was very costly. Apparently because the drivers are normally given free package when they bring clients to them.
I had to buy things outside the fast food, I bought egg roll, suya and groundnuts.
They were all bad combinations, coupled with a bottle of palm wine with which I escorted all the things I bought down my system.
After eating, we continued the journey. We hadn't gone for 15 minutes when a serious protest in my stomach began. The reaction was worse than South African xenophobia.
I was afraid and shy to notify the driver to stop the vehicle so I could go and ease myself because of other passengers.
At that time a man was preaching in the bus with anger as if he was doing it against his will. All his preaching was about hell fire, hell fire.
But the tension was unbearable, I thought to myself which hell fire will be worse than what I was going through.
I started sweating profusely even under the heavy air condition in the bus. Finally, I threw caution to the wind and shouted to the driver: “Oga abeg look for somewhere and park, I wan shit".
The Edo driver shouted at me: " *_your father..come force me to stop na, you nor see toilet for Ore_ ?. Useless man* "
Every passenger in the bus was on me, some abusing my ancestors, some my father, while the rest abused my village... Some even accused me of wanting to rob them with my g....
