It was even more stressful, because it was a surprise party. It is in moments like this that I must say, it is good to be a hottie.
Now why am I saying all these? It seems I may have met another seer, Abi na spirit I see? Na only me dem dey wake come meet? I went to pay Maureen(chef) upfront been Thursday evening and midweek service was for later same evening. I didn't drive to work so birthday girl did the chauffeur. I opted to take a taxi to church, so I stood at the bus top for 5mins when I saw a car that looked like a taxi, I flagged the bobo down. He said he wasn't going my direction, but I could get another cab where I would alight. Anyways I wasn't willing to come down as it was already drizzling.
The next taxi I entered was rickety, but I was glad I did because there were lots of passengers. Baba was a grey head old man, so when I tried to negotiate the price with him, I was mindful of my choice of words. We tried to by cut traffic so I urged Baba to take a bad road as I was already late for church.
Omo mehn! Baba's true intent came out. In local parlance , Our conversation went thus:
Baba: you be Igbo?
Me: yes sir
Baba: where for ibo?
Me: Enugu sir!
Baba: if to say you be Anambara I for drop you here now
Me: ok sir
Now within me I didn't want the conversation to continue, I was just wondering what an anambarain would have done to baba to take actions against all. I kept musing to myself that his decision was irrational. Lest I forget, baba drove as a snail.
Baba: you due chop Okro?
Me: yes ...I dey chop okro and Ewedu. I added Ewedu just so I could please him, at least I speak Yoruba and I enjoy their meals
Baba: stop chopping okro