Lagos Hustler 2
From the previous part...
The Hustler continues
Although, I am not one
of the churchy guys, but I prayed because of the prospect I felt would
appear during and after the event. And, there I was, playing the devil? Oh no, I no
be devil and I knew I had to prove it by not being late.
“Guy, he be like say you
go pedal this thing well well small o!” I shouted to the okada rider who was
doing nearly 80 already. Believe me, I wouldn’t have dreamt to see myself on an
okada
anywhere even in a nightmare! It was a novelty to me but I did not feel it as I
continued to plead for increase in speed.
I looked into the
speedometer and noticed that the guy was already above 90 which got me smiling
with the thought of getting there not too late. And just as we passed by the
Adeniji-Adele junction, I heard a loud sound, it was like a gunshot and it was
so close to me. Before my brain that was already muddled with the thoughts of
getting late to the office could come to terms with the reality of a burst
tyre, I was already doing some superman moves in the air. I flew for some
seconds before eventually rolling and tumbling on the tarred road. If you called that
“major disaster number two”, then you are in the spirit with me. The bag
containing my laptop and papers meant for the guests laid everywhere on the
road and tyres screeched to avoid climbing on them but to no avail. And of all
the vehicles in the world, I wonder where the trailer came from, it was a
trailer that eventually climbed on the bag the laptop was in and you can say it....
“I don enter”.
I shouted in hysteria
like a man who just joined the league of the mentally unstable and as I looked
around, a song of Alvin and the chipmunks titled “bad day” came to mind and the
tears invented itself from my eyes.
I looked all around and it was then I
realized that I was not the only one who was involved in the accident. I looked
behind to see the bike rider. His face was okay but I am not sure his body was
because he was static on the ground groaning in pain. Although the crash helmets saved our heads
but not the man must have been hurt in
other parts of his body when he lost control of the bike. He had tumbled with
the bike and it seems he couldn’t walk. Some of the hang-arounds in their
usual style of helping the needy came around and I could hear him telling them
to leave him alone and call the police or something. I judged that he was okay
and could cater for himself and so, I decided that the best thing to do was to
go on with my worries. He shouted at the hang-arounds to leave him alone
again and. I wanted to help him but the thought of my job overshadowed that
idea
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