We reach portharcourt and i stopped for where i go see motor go Aba city, i cross to the other lane with my garri even though wheelbarrow pushers they disturb me make them help me carry my load, i nor gree oh i dont have money to pay so i took it by myself.
I stood for bus stop they wait for all those agberos boys wey call themselves drivers, e nor take long before i saw one wey they go oshisioma for Aba so i enter inside and the fee na 400 naira, as usual the bus they rough with old glass wey no they even screw self, the seat na joko once you sit down five minutes your yash don they pain you be that, no side mirrors and no horn, the bus is painted yellow, is hardly you see nice bus going to Aba except all those stingy car owners wey nor they gree help fellow country man except you be find babe, well i nor blame them sha very soon me too go they drive my own hummer jeep. i dont even know whats wrong with the driver because him they drive nonsense see as him they speed as if na him papa get road, the one wey they fear me na the way him they overtake big big motor, and our bus no get side mirror or horn oh, i just they pray for my mind make we quick reach Aba Make i disappear commot for this yeye motor.
Conductor: Back seat bring your money.
Na only that word them sabi talk, their own no they pass money them fit die for fifty naira self, you go give them money now and you go begin beg them for change again, sometimes self them go they argue say them no hold your change, so if i they travel i they always find change for house before i enter road oh, no time for trouble cause as you see me i be gentle boy wey no like kasala, if you wan know me better go meet baba Buhari.
I put hand for wallet and gave the yeye conductor him money, after him don collect all the money finish the driver stop for Ibibio and he came down while the conductor enter the drivers sit and took off after him don settle the former driver finish, hmm that means na the conductor get the bus or maybe him borrow am.
As we they commot for Portharcourt they enter road to Aba after we don pass police checkpoint my phone started ringing in my pocket, i look at the screen and i saw my love mercy.
Me: hello dear.
Mercy: how far, i don wait for you tire oh.
Me: no vex we don they come already.
Mercy: na where una they now?
Me: we just commot for Portharcourt now, we will reach Aba before six.
Mercy: okay dear safe journey oh.
Me: thanks alot, i don reach Aba finish so nothing fit stop me now, not even Adanna.
Mercy: hahahaha stop mentioning her name.
Me: what? Am not afraid.
Mercy: oh yeah i know you are not but its better we let the sleeping dog lie.
Me: okay i wont mention her name again.
Mercy: better, so do and come am eager to see you.
Me: me too dear, oyaa throw me kiss na, “i don begin they get attention again from people inside the bus”
Mercy: yeyeboy bye bye joor
Me: okay lovie
Mercy: wait please.
Me: okay what’s it?
Mercy: sweetie please the bus you enter is it painted with yellow colour?
Me: yes a yellow colour with white stripe lines on its body, how did you know?
Mercy: sweetheart do me a favor please.
Me: whats that dear?
Mercy: please come down from that bus now.
Me: but why we are already half way?
Mercy: sweetie just listen to me, get out of that vehicle now i will explain things to you later.
Me: okay i will as i drop the phone wanted to call the driver to stop, we were about to overtake one big dangote lorry so i open my mouth to speak but i cant, it seems like my mouth were locked with key, i try again but no success, i try to talk to my neighbour but she don sleep already.
Idont know what to do and as our driver they try overtake the lorry, the back tire of our bus burst and behold our driver hold break at once in front of the big lorry, oh dear the mess that happen that day is something i cant really explain, the big lorry use its big head carry our bus go throway for inside bush, na there i remember reach till i go see myself for Abia State University Teaching Hospital (Absuth) in Aba sleeping on a patience bed with all my body plastered like dead person.