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There’s a saying “life is full of surprises.” I got mine a mouthful one morning on my way to work. You know the usual drill in Lagos, wake up 4:00am get ready leave by 5:00am to beat the traffic….. “Man must hustle”. It takes about 1hr 30min for me to get to oshodi bus stop. Then from there I would the queue and wait for the BRT bus and then off to work…. Daily drill. One very day, I got to the BRT bus stop a little late. I was so disturbed, there was no better option then taking the BRT buses, since only the buses can through the BRT lanes. The queue was like forever and I knew I was going to be toast if I get to work late that morning. So as I tried to walk around the queue, looking for some good Samaritan to allow me chip in, I saw a man who smiled at me. It was a warm delightful smile and what I could deduce from it was a kind and noble gesture to my desperate need. The man appeared to be in his mid 50’s I guess, he wore a suite and he looked like a gentleman. So I smiled back at him and said. “Good morning sir, please can I stand in front of you?” He said. “Good morning young man, Yes you may.” I was so happy and I hurriedly fixed my self in the line at the chagrin of others. The gentleman stood by my defense and the angry guys calmed their nerves and there was peace as we all waited for the BRT bus to show up. The line was very tight and there was a lot of body s everywhere. Finally a BRT bus drove into the bus stop and everyone was itching to enter, the queue was still maintained. It became obvious that the BRT won’t contain most people on the queue so the BRT official, after lots of persuasion decided to let as many people as possible into the BRT bus. The process was a bit rough though, but I was able to enter, along with the good Samaritan who helped me. When we got inside the BRT bus, I got a spot where I could lean my back on a pole. So as I was about to lay claim my domain in the over crowded bus, the gentleman who helped me said. “Please can I stay behind you so I can lean my back on the pole, you know I am not as strong as you are.” Immediately I said to him. “Yes sir, with all pleasure.” as I gave way for him to stay behind me. One good turn deserve another, Abi? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wB9IL3dQbI So the BRT bus was over filled and it started to move. All I was concerned about was getting to work before 8:00am. My MD isn’t the kind of guy that likes to take excuses. So as we journeyed to our various destinations in the over filled bus, all parked up like sardines, I got my self busy with my earphones listening to music. After about 1hr, there was a little poky feeling I had been feeling on my butt region. I have never felt a guys penis on my butt before so it never crossed my mind. And besides, I least expected the gentleman to be responsible for that because I assumed he’s a family man with kids about my age. I kept on feeling it with more intensity… So I started speculating the likely object that could be responsible. I thought it could be a belt buckle, but the impact was more resounding. So I thought it could some object in his pocket. I was beginning to get confused about it. I then decided to push out my butt a bit so I can feel whether it is what I feared. After I did that, I couldn’t come up with any thing. Next minute the gentleman rested his head on my shoulder. I assumed he must have been tired and probably taking little doze, a quick nap as we moved through the traffic jammed 3rd mainland bridge. So I allowed him to rest his head on my shoulder, since he was of help initially. I felt there was nothing wrong in being your brothers keeper. I said to myself. “Let the old man relax jor.” Next minute, he’s head started moving slightly across my shoulder, like he’s head was on some kind of pillow. I then stood firm so he could be more relaxed. Next thing, I felt a hand on my waist. I quickly took a peep and saw it was the gentleman’s. I started putting 2 and 2 together. First I thought about the poky object, which I inferred as his penis. Secondly, I must have encouraged him by tilting my butt towards him, as I sought to feel what was poking me at that time. Thirdly I did not make any hesitations when he laid his head on my shoulder and enjoying himself. Fourthly, how can a man dozing be gripping my waist like I am some girl?. And lastly “Oh my God!! I am being molested by a gay.” I felt so irritated, confused and very angry. I stood still and tried to think of what I could do. Many things came to my mind. Shouting on him or warning him out-rightly, I just didn’t know which one. I felt so much respect for him, and for his kindness I wouldn’t want to embarrass him publicly. His body part was still on me: He’s penis was poking, he’s head was leaning on my shoulder and his hand on my waist. I knew very well I could never allow it till we reach Obalende Bus stop. I did not want to cause a public scene and I was to shy to confront him. I ran out of ideas and became sick that instant. I felt I was being raped and molested, I felt weak like an abused kid. I had enough and an idea came to my mind. I said to my self. “Why don’t you step on him with all your might.” That idea was so sweet as it cooked up in my thoughts. It was perfect because, if I step on him forcefully, with all my might. No one will know just the 2 of us. It won’t be a loud stomp, just a gradual step on his foot. Crushing his bones with every strength I have in me. I then gently placed my right heel on his right foot. I bet he didn’t know what was coming, he must have thought it was a mutual response. Then I gradually applied force and suddenly I put all my weight on it. He startled, like a thief caught with his booty. I didn’t let go, my heel was still there. He then suddenly whispered. “Please. I am sorry, Please, my son forgive me.” He then moved away from my back and squeezed himself to some other spot. I felt so free and redeemed from that anomaly. Believe me, it was a terrible way to start your day. I chose not to look back or say anything. I reached the last bus stop and I went to work and I got there late to face my MD’s rants and scolding through out the day. If only I could tell him what I went through, he might feel a bit sorry for me. 1 Like 2 Shares |
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What business can you do with N50,000 on your campus and get N50,000 in 2 months? Write full details and implementation. Post it on your timeline and share it on www.naifizzy.com, so I can read it. I will give N50,000 to the most feasible business. Lasts from 4th Feb to 16th Feb 2017 may the most creative student win! |
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Mayflowa:I totally concur with you. It's about time we begin to redefine our political journey. There is a window of opportunity widening by the day and if we don't cease it now, it will mean another generation in shackles. Nigeria is bleeding and the cut is way deeper than we think. I live in the UAE.... A country that once begged Nigeria for loan in the 1970s but was refused. Now they are 20 years ahead of us. Here's my email [email protected] Let us see how we can save our country 1 Like |
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Mayflowa: I will be behind u |
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abbey621: He acted cowardly. Next time he should stick to his music instead of calling out for what he cannot achieve. Stop being sentimental. 1 Like |
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