it was in the early hours of the morning. So urgent and cogent that I needed to be there in the shortest possible time. Though I shared the same view with other travellers that the driver was reckless, another part of me wished he could hit the accelerator harder. Insults upon insult, curse upon curse, the young chap behind the wheel never wavered. He maintained his above 140mph, increasing it with an increasing rain of abuses. Then we came a bend. The bypass. He slowed a little. Passenger: yeye man. I think say you no dey hear word. Mtchew Finally, the driver has yielded to the voice of reason. Or so we thought. What followed next was an abrupt stop. A total obedience? To the voices of the passengers? My thought then deviated. How can an acceleration nay little deceleration be suddenly converted to a final velocity=0m/s? I tried calculating it but there was no need to; the answer was right outside. The shots were deafening for they were fired close range. Jesus!, Jesus!!,Jesus!!! followed the gunshots. I was lost; I thought Catholics have already celebrated the feast of Christ The King? Man 1: all of you, OUT!!!!!!!!! That was when I got back to my senses. Man2: Fast, fast, fast. There was no disrespecting such order, even when calmly asked with a little incentive. Within 20seconds or less weve all alighted. There was no need for the 3rd command, we already knew what and how; on the floor, face down and eyes closed. I tried to open my eyes, maybe I could identify one of them or better still locate an escape route. However, my eyes remained shut though not without occasional twinkling enough to observe movement. The next stage was the most frightening; Just you alone with the gentlemen identifying and ransacking your own bag. The identifying part is the problem for in such a situation your sanity is easily compromised. The shouts, the cruelty of the drag and worst, the sight of that object which has the ability to set discharge and recoil velocity into motion. These send your heart pumping faster and harder, your hands trembling, your legs shaking and if pushed harder, your nervous system might lose its control of some vital organs. This stage was also successfully concluded. And that should spell the end of a robbery. However, the business has been done, so time for the pleasure. From their conversation you will quite understand that not all of them consented to the pleasure idea. There is a saying in my place that when the gods want to kill a man, they first make him mad. As one of the pro-pleasure armed gentlemen brandished his weapon for a stylish plunge into the abyss of his hapless victim, gunshots were heard from just behind us. The others made their way into the nearby bushes. The transition from pleasure back to business isnt a short one. And coupled with the proximity of his assailants, he was caught pants down!! Yes, pants down. His fate is not a concern of mine. My stolen bag wasnt either as I always travel light. The reaction inside our bus as we continued on our journey was quite interesting and thought-provoking. First, it was a thanksgiving service to God for sending His mobile police men. The passengers then joked of the stubborn drivers total obedience at the sight of a little incentive as one passenger put it, referring to the fire-arms. Next, we took turns to explain the values of our valuables stolen. Im sure some of us might be owing the criminals if a proper statement of value is to be done. Everyone then listened calmly as the nearly-raped young girl expressed her gratitude to her God for the superman-like intervention. Thank God, for today I would have lost my virginity she concluded. PRAISEEEEE the LORRRRRRRRD!!!!!! Shouted a woman sitting next to me. Of course, her shout was greeted with a resounding alleluia. You dont expect anyone to doubt the veracity of her statement anyway, after all the much needed aid came seconds before she was nearly consummated. I have no doubts too just that her dressing was loudly shouting in protest giving a plausible hint on why she was the chosen lamb for the failed sacrifice. The discussions continued, I however, thanked the Almighty for His help, there was no bloodshed either by gunshot or by h*men cut. The latter by what we were told. Then the old man who hitherto has been quiet concluded; maybe, God has used these bandits to bring the driver back to a safe-driving speed. Who knows what would have become of us by now at the previously fear-some speed? Again, everyone of us agreed including the driver. We are now ONE in thinking and understanding. And we reached our destination also in ONE piece.
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 08:18:53 +0000
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