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The day started like every other day with the cool harmattan breeze slowly and steadily setting in tellng us it is almost its season to shine again. Like every other person I saw, the now hot rays from the sun was now telling on me with my white singlet now partly soak in sweat as I trudged along the Enugu-Onitsha Express way in Anambra state.
"Mhen, this sun is going to be hot o!" I whispered to myself as I mentally went through what I have planned for the day, to elect which one to handle first before the other. Little did I know that my 'day' would be more hotter than I have thought.
"See, Oga, if you want to do you just do am now, I be former agbero (tout) boy o" A man who looked tattered spoke in a deep eastern pidgin voice.
What made me to stop and listen to the brag was actually one of the spirits that had sworn to make my day bad.
The man who was been talked did not seem to hear him.
Obviously, there was a misunderstanding, the man who had challenged another to do his worse was a tricyclist, they were both arguing over a change issue, the man who stood on the ground in a calm voice,
"Keke (tricycle) man, give me my change now or.." he had said when the young driver caught him short, people were already gathering and there was a glister of expectation as to who would win the other.
"... Or what? You would seize my Keke?"
The keke man asked.
"Oya make we see nah" the man who was standing about 6.5 feet above the ground said.
We observed as everything unfolded, no one even tried to seperate but watched to see what would happen.
There were about three other passengers on the keke napep, one looked like MC Amebo, I would have mistaken the young passenger to be him if not that I have watched him (MC Amebo) perform on several occasions, so, I know it wasn't him. Two other ladies sat in the tricycle looking as fresh and nicely padded as most Nigerian girls do at all costi these days. While the quarell went on I used this little time to check them out, they were typical "pinging babes."
For a moment I forgot I was going somewhere, just when I recalled myself I was about to move away when the unexplanable happen happened.
Episode II
"You no wan give me my change bah? We shall see." The tall huge man said.
"Do your worse!" The tricyclist who could'nt be polite enough said.
"OK" the man said with a clenched fist and a slightly squeezed lower lip.
Just as the Keke driver (tricyclist) ignited his engine and made to leave the scene, the huge man bent down like a professional wrestle about take out his opponent from the ring, he bent down a bit more, head one hand below the tricycle, one at the top of it and with a mustered aggressive build up of muscles and energy, he hauled the tricycle and its content of four passengers including the lousy tricycle driver to the other part of the road.
"Heyy!! Keke na ndi O bu E kpuo iru n'ala" people shouted in a native language which meant "Heyy!! Keke napep (as tricycle is mostly called) and its contents has been overthrown" as we could'nt believe what played out before us.
"Oga you dey craze?" I heard myself saying as people rushed rescue the victims of the mini "accident" that just happen.
Was I actually directing my words to the huge man or have I momentarily forgot why I should still be alive? this I couldn't even answer as the man drew close to me.
On a normal day I would run away and follow the popular saying that "he who runs lives to fight another day." But I did'nt, I looked at the guy who looked like an MC, I did'nt notice much, he had only sustained a little injury but that didn't look like a worry to him for he was able to maintain calmness but, what about the other occupants of the tricycle, the ladies, Oh my goodness, I'm going to fight this man to day to prove that he should'nt have caused any harm at all.
Just as I was soliloquizing all these in utter dismay and sudden upsurge of anger, the man was already facing me like the Biblical Goliath and I, the little David, only that this time I was defending the plight of just two damsels not that of Isrealite nation and, I had no catapult or sling.
"Erm erm, Oga, I was saying that.." I stuttered as I imagined the huge man who looked like a Jack squeezing life out of me.
"That what? " he cut me short in my heavily incoherent speech.
Before I passed out I could remember the man folding his right fist again, as he did before the lifting the tricycle, then, everything went blur as I sojourned into the valley of unknown return.
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