I journeyed back to school to collect a recommendation letter I need for my internship application amongst other things. As usual, I went with the transport company I described here. This time, I arrived abakiliki late so my favourite seat was already taken. I was left with only the 2nd and 3rd seats at the rare end of the rickety bus to choose from.
The foam that once covered the irons seats had since been chopped off by obviously humans with dirty shoes to clean. I cursed a lot in my head and after sending a message to Cee about my fate, I saw the driver carry three bags of ogbonno and tied them behind the driver and 2 passenger seats infront. My joy new no bounds.
There. next time don’t take my seat! I said in my head as I smirked at the angry seat occupants.
I sat between 2 men that did their best to not speak in english and only talk loudly when I am on the phone. I legit hate sitting close to men in commercial vehicles.
Dude, you paid for a seat for you. Not you and your balls!
They just sit and spread their legs so their balls can sit too. At whose expense? Why can’t your balls sit on your laps?
I had just seen pictures of an accident where a woman was burnt to the third degree and flashes of the gory images couldn’t leave my head. I spent atleast 3 hours in my 12 houred journey, drooling at the many headrests before me with their adoring metal poles imagining all the possibilities of escape incase the car went up in flames.
I heard the windows are the best bet cus the doors may not open once a car is inflames.
I was occassionally jolted back to my predicament by the annoying pain on my knee.
You see, a boy of about 13 carrying a school bag containing enough to start a mega bookshop was sharing a seat with his older brother with one butt and the other butt was on a bag of rice just infront of my legs. He leaned back using my legs as his back rest and although it was really uncomfortable, I tried to bear it cus I felt sorry for him. He was clearly uncomfortable as was I.
Once he slept off and the left over Okpá his older brother gave him fell on my leg. I almost jumped out of my skin out of fright. Yes. I think they might be rats in the bus😏 ( you can never be too concious)
Call me crazy but I browsed ways to escape a burning car:
- Be alert!
- calm down!
- Godammit be smart! everyone is running for their life. The gory pictures I saw were of a woman who was closest to the window. She panicked and couldn’t make the jump.
- the headrests are removable and the metal poles are made for breaking the window glass.
- Don’t get burnt!
- Don’t get dead!
I hope you never get to use this tips.
Stay safe! 💕