Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 23

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Story: Campus Life. Girls. Ghetto. Garri. Glory - Season 1 - Episode 23

I boarded a cab from the hospital to take me home and then another awful event unfolded.
Sitting on the passenger seat of the car, the driver began a conversation with me, as we familiarized with each other. At first I thought we would just get to know ourselves and then he would shut up but I was wrong.
The driver began talking and talking as if his mouth was a leaking basket, from politics to food and to family, all spheres of life, this man was just talking. His talkative mouth hurt me even more than the pains I was feeling and I just felt like locking him in the boot of the car with his mouth sealed.
Although I must admit he was a good company, but I was just fed up with his chalancy and noisemaking.
We were half way into the journey when we sighted a group of people crowded in a particular spot on the flyover bridge. I thought the driver would overlook it and continue driving but for where! I was totally wrong. This driver was a true definition of a ‘busy body’.
He didn’t even request my permission as he quickly stopped and parked the car besides the road in order to go have a view of what was happening there.
Unfortunately for him, that was where his problem began.
I sat in the passenger seat as I watched him rush to where everyone stood. This man wasn’t thinking o, what if I was a thief and decided to do away with his car?. Anyways, the crowd seemed to be watching a man who stood on the edge of the bridge dancing and yelling.
I couldn’t really see well from inside the car so I didn’t know what was really happening.
Curiosity got the upperhand of me as I opened the door of the car and made to where the crowd was. I now stood at a vintage spot and could see clearly what was happening but it seemed nothing was actually happening, only that the people were watching a man, who was probably mad, counting and shouting excitedly ontop of his voice as he confidently stood on the edge of the bridge without falling.
’44! 44! 44!’
I began wondering what ’44!’ meant because it seemed the crowd didn’t even understand what the mad man was saying.
’44! 44! 44!’ The mad man continued singing and counting ontop of his voice while we all watched.
The spirit of ‘Busy body’ that was in my drivers body didn’t let him rest as I saw him from where I stood, excuse his way between the crowd and finally got closer to the mad man on the edge of the bridge who was busy counting 44! Continuously.
The driver tapped the mad man on his shoulder and asked,
‘Psycho wetin be the meaning of 44! 44! Wey you just dey shout since?’ The driver asked quimzzically.
Before we knew what was happening, the mad man lifted up the driver like a piece of paper and threw him over the bridge and began shouting excitedly again, this time he changed the figures
’45! 45! 45!’
Omo, every body scattered, people took to their heels, even I wasn’t left out as I sped away faster than the wind. In less than a second, the whole expressway was deserted except for the mad man on the edge on the bridge who continued counting, dancing and shouting,
’45! 45! 45!’
So that was what the mad man meant by 44!? Choi! I yaff suffer!

To Be Continued…