On account of being Idle

Sitting here has brought a lot of things; things which I have promised to remind myself. Away from the busy roads of Lagos and the haughty looks of Lagosians. Away from overtly conscious look of the bus driver and the ever threatening eyes of the conductor. I sit here with my idle pen writing; always submitting to my every call. Away from the taunts of the ojuelegba conductor who had ridiculed his driver because he used a Nokia phone when the whole world had moved on to Blackberries and Android phones. "B B laye nlo" he said to the driver who had been enjoying the music he played on his phone. Away from the unafraid looks of the passengers in a moving bus without a driver. Away from the series and series of speedy accidents and dead bodies lying quiet on the floor without the major concern of the people. Away from the porsche lives of city Men and Women. Away from the university boys and girls who take the pains in looking extra good or trying so hard to "feel among". Away from the boys who size a lady up and argue whether or not she should be asked out- or argue about her physical prowess. Away from the girls who have nothing to say but talk about their love life and their constant emotional purgations. Away from the madness of okada riders and the lone talks of the mentally impaired. Away from the very annoying passenger who had been making calls every minute using words like "wazzap!" In a very local intonation. Here I am with my pen writing about a lot of things. A fresh start to every new thing and a beautiful entry to every invitation. I am Opeyemi Ojatula and this is my Idle Pen.