BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

There is a certain way you feel when certain people treat you in certain ways.  It’s the kind of feeling that first ties your tongue in shock. When you finally find your voice, you say something like ‘can you imagine?’ to no one in particular. That is how the keke guy who carried me the other day must have felt. It all started when the lady seated beside the guy just next to me announced her stop almost too late. The keke guy had to grind to a sudden halt, nearly hitting the table belonging to a road side fruit seller who had barely managed to keep the fruits on top of one another. While he was still recovering from the James Bond stunt her late ‘ o wa o’ had required, she offered him her transport fare with her left hand. That is when the nuts flew off. ‘Can you just imagine?’, he began the rant. He was so angry at her lack of respect that he decided he was no longer going to Ajah, leaving the rest of us to begin a new keke search. He felt slighted. That feeling is the