Knees in the Flesh

No! No! No! No! No!

I can't take this, I really can't. What is this about now? You took a bus and paid your fee and so did I but somehow, your knee is digging into my bum from behind. What is that about? You really can't say you can't feel it so, why won't you sit properly in the bus?

Well, yours truly won't accept any of that BS so I deal with it almost immediately...

"Oga, please sit up", I'd say
"Excuse me?" He'd retort.

By now, fight lovers and aprokos are now watching or pretending to be looking ahead though their invisible aproko ears are stretched.

"I said, 'please sit up. Your knees are digging into my bum'"

...and there goes endless expressions from all corners of the bus: The shock, the smile, the quiet chuckle, the boisterous laugh, the head shakes, the rebuke and of course, that embarrassed flush on the face of my bum-harasser as he scurries to sit up as instructed.

There... the balance of the universe has been restored and now  I can go back to my struggle against soaking up other people's sweat in peace.

#TalesOfACommuter

Lessons From Series

The average Nigerian youth has one or two series s/he follows almost religiously. Me? There are ten (10) I follow consistently, about three (3) I watch only out of boredom and another three (3) that I have watched from start to finish.

I'm sure some of you are gasping at the numbers or perhaps you are wondering how I keep up without getting the stories all mixed up. I honestly wish I could explain too but I really can't. I figured if I devote some much time to watching series, then I must be able to task myself to draw vital life lessons from them, or else, I give them up all together. So that is what this page is about; drawing life lessons from the series I watch.

Let's see how it goes!

Tales of a Commuter

I know it has been quite long I was here last; okay, its been over a year. Some of you are even tired of encouraging me to come back on here; well, I am back now. Can we kiss and make out now?! Ooops! Sorry, I meant make up; its the bloody autocorrect (yeah right).

I am back on my free-spirit zone and I have something new too; I present to you the Tales of a Commuter. You see, the past one years has left me exhausted and weary of public transportation and since I tend to rant about it on Facebook every now and then, I figured I might as well make it a series here. They will mostly be short stories so don't  worry about long reads.

Welcome me back!