open heavens

 A man sat next to me in the bus we had entered from ikorodu to mile 12. We were both waitin for the bus "the bus will be here soon" he said and soon enough it arrived. He had an earpiece on only to enter the bus and had his earpiece spoilt. As I was about to read a novel that I was about to finish, I noticed that the music he was playing on his phone was tingling in my ears. To make matters worse, he kept on listening to the same song over and over again nodding his head in approval. He had seemed like a nice man earlier on but the song he played of which I knew not what genre it was, made the ride a frustrating one. Especially when he had the speakers turned to my ears, I wish I could tell him what was going on in my mind, how badly I wanted to smash his phone. But of course! I wouldn't want to be beaten to pulp by anyone. Probably the Song was his. So I sat down in silence and wrote all my feelings in this piece wondering whether the rest of the passengers in the bus felt the same way I did.

 The BRT bus I entered from mile 12 to Fadeyi was at first a relief only to hear a male voice singing along with the old "ibile" song he was playing and my pent up frustration was getting at its edge. My only consolation was the yougurt I was sipping slowly and the fact that the music was not as loud as the one I had encountered earlier. Maryland was in a bit of confusion; a big coaster bus had an accident but no life was lost "it must have been his brakes" a passenger said. As I was writing I looked away savouring the environment. An old looking man who had sat earlier beside me had been peeping into what I was writing. He wore a white agbada and a green cap; his chubby face making me imagine how he would have looked like when he was much younger. His eyes were red and his breath smelt of alcohol "dey look what you are writing na" he said. I smiled and he dozed off only to wake up shouting at the driver who had innocently waited to carry a passenger

   I saw different faces, some who were still dressed on their sunday attires; the dress confidently covering up whatever pain they may be going through. A lot of people with different dreams, ambitions, thoughts, probably working to achieve all of it and I for one could only imagine what they were.