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Night shift after his part-time job as a programmer has left him dog tired. That is a total of nineteen hours. At this vulnerable state, negative ideas awaken from the boondocks of his subconscious and start migrating. From the bus window, he saw the advert of one the banks he had just lost his money to through stocks. Now, this bus should reach the last bus-stop before it becomes bright enough for people to notice his shoes.As he was imagining a group of girls waiting at his bus-stop to point his feet to themselves when he gets off, a dark skinned lady in a tight fitting leopard Lycra skirt and lipstick smeared left chick, warbled aboard. .
"Ok, Oshey" he told the conductor has he got off the bus at 5kph.
The 'Oshey' wasn't a show-off. He thought to himself- besides, the half-drunk babe in the leopard skirt,now in the bus, did not even rise her head as much as look outside when he did his jumping-off-the-moving-bus stunt, it was for something else.
Three blocks ahead, the bus he had just jumped off from stopped and the leopard skirted lady stepped out. Her walk was not steady and she was about to .......
He ran up and grabbed her so she wouldn't fall. Leopard skirt looked up and was going to say 'thank you' when a salad of shawarma and chicken kebab swarm upwards in a stream of Chardonnay.
Urghl! the vomit should be about 30c when it began its accent to the outside. Her mouth wasn't far from Demola's chest so, it was probably still steaming. And sticky.
"Shit!"-" I'm sorry, its a ........" Urghl! luckily it wasn't aimed at him this time. He stood aside to examine his shirt as leopard skirt bent over to empty the residue of her night rendezvous.
He tried to move closer to help her. But the air started getting thicker. His movements, laboring. Maybe if he concentrates a bit harder, he can influence the sequence of events because he really wants to help out. So,and even as she began cringing away, he still put the finger tips of his thumb,index and middle fingers together started counting downwards
"...Nine, eight, seven....
before he reached five,the new set of events was cold enough to freeze the balls of sun-beaten Sudanese:
Demola yelled at her : " what the fuck is this? Are you crazy? "
Chapter 5
Arlington street, Hanoi, Lagos.
Before the next graph o-cycle, he has to see Iya Morufah. It was when he got lost in the dead-end of Carlton Crescent that it he saw the advert. Before then, there had been underground knowledge about an oracle that can foretell the direction of his story. It was even rumored that she helped a character, scheduled to commit hara-Kari at end of horror Plotiny, escape to the other world.
At the bus stop, a guy selling knock-off Gucci watches was trying to catch his attention.
"Bros, try this watch. I swear na real authe' " apart from the peddler's British accent, other things were going awry; the young man in Addidas trainers began slowing his pace when a red tour bus was on its way to crushing him. Then again, the bus wouldn't. Everything sta-r--t---e----d t----o sl-------ow ..
" I'm sorry, I just.... Urgh!
He was back under the street light with the lady still throwing up. He used his already dirty handkerchief to scrape the vomit from his shirt.Her back was turned to him. Perfect opportunity to escape this fate.About crossing to the other side and sneaking out from the situation instead the lady tugged his shirt.
"Please, I can't go home like this" she said , sweeping her hand over her face. " I need a place to clean up and .."
" I don't know of any public bathroom around."
" I was hoping.....do you stay around? so I could your bathroom" Hell no. I can't take you home. My room is too messy.Besides,em, I just can't take you to my crib. But a gentleman shouldn't refuse a chance to be nice. And he's been a gentleman.
"No problem"
For the first time Demola was starting to see her Asian shaped eyelids. He didn't know a smirk has registered on his face.
"What?" she said it playfully.
