BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

Call me weird but I enjoy bus rides. Yes, I do not mean comfortable air conditioned buses that belong to my father, brother, company or whoever you imagine I would know who might have a bus. I mean Danfo buses! Ok, I am certain I would like it more if the seats weren’t as many and it didn’t carry so many people at the same time. It would get even better if the windows actually work and the doors don’t fall off in motion. Yes, it would be really great if we didn’t have to almost lap each other all through the ride and the half naked conductor did not have to hang on the bus just next to you with your nose just around his hair ridden abdomen. Can people just stop sleeping in buses? I mean even if you have to sleep, can you do it with some finesse, I don’t even know your name so why should I want your head on my shoulder or the souvenir of your spittle on my shirt? Then, can you be kind enough to keep your baby in check; it’s just not fair for him or her to cry all through the tr...

It’s funny how so many things never really chan ge in life, even after so long a time. There are just those little things that still draw out the same reactions from us no matter how often they happen. Like a compliment from someone important, makes us smile regardless of how many people told us the exact same things before, or a call from someone really annoying who just wouldn’t get the message, we most likely hiss before we know it, or a credit alert from our bank, makes our eyes brighter even if for just that second, and a lot of other things that we do every time certain things happen. It’s even funnier how we do not realize that we do all those things all those times. Many of us like to think and say we are dynamic and not easily predictable. Some of us even claim to be as new as the mercies of God which are actually new every morning. Regardless, it’s those little things that can be predicted that assure those close to us of the continuity of the bond we share. A gi...