"How could everything be against me at the same time?" "Did time and weather really collaborate to do this?" A bus going to Onitsha had just come by and by the time I could jump in, these two other bigger guys had shoved me aside and gotten in. That was how I missed that bus, the first bus after about fifteen minutes I had stood there. I was now restless, I kept stamping my right foot fast on the ground as if the faster I stamped the faster a bus would come by. The atmosphere got darker which showed the drain was drawing close. "How am I still here God?" I asked in my mind. My heart grew sore.. I could taste it down behind my tongue and water filled my eyes. I felt my own rain coming before God sent his own. I blinked my eyes to push back the tears. My hand bag vibrated, it was my phone. I knew my Dad was calling again. I opened the bag and reached for the phone. It was Dona. “What is this guy calling me for?” “I'm still here by this time all thanks to him”. I picked the call and shabbily told him I hadn't boarded a bus yet and then I hung up. I didn't even know why I was so nice to this guy, the reason why I was in this trouble.
Few minutes later another almost empty bus going to Onitsha pulled up again. I struggled with all my might pushing all I could push with every strength in me to get into that bus in the midst of the crowd forcing their way in. My head and body were finally in but my handbag hanging on my shoulder was still trapped in the struggling crowd. I pulled and pulled but it wouldn't come out until I put in more force and that same force pushed me into the closest free seat space. I finally made it and seated even though a handle strand of my handbag didn't make it through. I didn't even care about that all I cared for was to get on my way to Enugu. I was stuffed in between two fat women that smelt like dry fish. They were obviously dry fish sellers going either to or fro their place of market. The smell that accompanied them said it all.
Finally this journey started and I took out my phone to see the time as it would take me an hour to be in Onitsha. I looked at my phone and before I could see the time, the notifications greeted me. I got two missed calls from my Dad. I had obviously not heard it ring in the process of getting into this bus - it wasn't a small battle. The time said 3:31pm and I dreaded picking any more calls after now I would be confused than I already was. The bus had just ran for five minutes and the rain began - tiny drops on the windscreen. I prayed to God to hold this rain but as i stared at the windscreen I only saw the drops grow fatter, fuller...
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See you in part four!
Did you miss part three, here it is
http://sussanopata.blogspot.com.ng/2018/03/trespass-part-two.html?m=1
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