Something interesting happened on my
way to Oshodi this morning. At the park this rough mean-looking conductor also
known as “agbero” in Yoruba was screaming for passengers, his vernacular
oscillating between Yoruba and pidgin English.
“Oshod! Oshod!” He shouted angrily
as I along with some other passengers scuttled for seats. There was this
beautiful young lady who couldn’t throw caution and decorum to the wind but
waited patiently until the bus was almost filled. Then she pleaded to sit by
the agbero until somebody came down then she would pay for a proper seat.
The agbero didn’t even look at her
pretty face, he hissed and shouted to the driver to move that why didn’t she
rush when others were rushing. The girl started pleading in Yoruba and clean
‘oyinbo’ english; “please, ejó, help me out sir, I know you are a good man,
never mind all this shout you have been shouting (people burst into laughter).
Let me sit by your side please”.
Finally with much squeezing of face
the agbero relented and she sat beside him. It was a tight squeeze but
she didn’t complain but rather started praising the agbero. He in turn started teasing her, speaking (and sometimes spitting by mistake) into her face but the girl never looked away, she never let the smile leave her face. He asked her where she worked and she replied that she was a student in the University of Lagos (UNILAG) studying accounting. He teased her in Yoruba about her boyfriend and car (maybe asking why her boyfriend didn’t drop her at her destination…she laughed it off and continued to gist with the guy in Yoruba.
she didn’t complain but rather started praising the agbero. He in turn started teasing her, speaking (and sometimes spitting by mistake) into her face but the girl never looked away, she never let the smile leave her face. He asked her where she worked and she replied that she was a student in the University of Lagos (UNILAG) studying accounting. He teased her in Yoruba about her boyfriend and car (maybe asking why her boyfriend didn’t drop her at her destination…she laughed it off and continued to gist with the guy in Yoruba.
When she reached her junction the
agbero alighted the bus for her to come down. She did and paid her transport
fare, then the agbero told her to give him a peck on the cheek for being so
‘gentlemanly’. At this point some of us became indignant, haba! He had been
teasing her since, he should let her go. Another argument almost ensued between
the agbero and the passengers although it was not as if the agbero was really
serious, he told her to go. Then it happened! She jumped forward and gave him a
peck on the cheek! We all shouted, the agbero was quiet out of surprise. She
then waved bye and ran down to her street.
The driver and other people started
to hail the agbero, see hailing! The guy was just forming boss, saying he knew
he was irresistible etc and others were yabbing (taunting) him, some were
yabbing the girl and we moved on and suddenly the bus was quiet, show over.
Then the agbero put his head down and became uncharacteristically quiet. The
driver soon asked the guy why he wasn’t calling out bus-stop abi the girl don
do am jazz (cast a spell on him). The agbero said something in Yoruba I didn’t
get and then his voice became emotional and believe it or not HE STARTED
CRYING. Others were now consoling him in Yoruba. When I asked what the problem
was, the lady beside me explained that the agbero said he just realised he would
never be able to get a girl like that in his life because he’s an uneducated bus conductor and she was going to be a graduate.
He was weeping because he knew no girl of her class might ever do to him what
that girl just did, to touch a dirty person like himself; that the girl is nice
and well brought-up and if he had money he would have chased after her. So the
passengers were consoling him in Yoruba that he would go higher in life and be
able to marry a girl like that. He should not cry because itwas not the end of
the road for him.
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