BoomNG stories: Jason- Sex & Drugs (Part Two)

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I had a lot of questions on my mind. I tried smelling my armpit to
know the extent of stench that I was oozing out. I also wanted to
know if I had other clothes to wear.

Before long, the food girl came around. She steadied a
transparent bucket of different kind of meat on her head.
The cloth she was wearing was different from what she wore the
last time I saw her.

I wanted to talk to her but Bayo was beside me smoking a piece
of joint.
As she approached, he gave me to hold and rushed to meet her.

Food girl: why did you give him Igbo, u want to scatter his head
abi?

Bayo: what about me, you care about everybody except me,
he drew her closer as he said this.

Me: I can hear you people , stop talking as if I am an object.

Food girl: ma binu, I am happy you are strong enough to even
notice we are talking about you.

Me: Do you know my name?
Food girl: No, whats your name?
I sighed and told her not to bother. When Bayo and I step on the
road I will find out where he saw me. I would go there and retrace my steps.
I noticed they were laughing, I tried ignoring but they kept at it.

Me : whats funny?
She wanted to talk but the expression in Bayo’s eyes told her to shut up.

Me: Bayo…please tell me na

Bayo: nothing o, na personal thing between my wife and me.

Me: Talk na…please
Bayo chuckled.

Bayo: okay, since I brought you here, na she dey baff you…so
she just start to dey call you kekere one morning like that. And
since then…na kekere everybody dey refer to you as.

Me: kekere , why?

They both started laughing, it got so much that she had to drop
her bucket and hold her waist.

Bayo: she says your joystick is very small…
The food girl gave him a poke on the chest, telling him he
shouldn't have included that part.

I was supposed to feel bad but the realisation that she had been
bathing me was worse.

Bayo: oya lets go

Foodgirl: odabo…safe trips..olorun ma so e pada o..

Bayo took a piece of kpomo and threw in his mouth. He pointed
to an old rickety danfo and told me , that’s our “horse’
He didn't bother saying amen to her prayer or goodbye, he just
detached himself and walked alongside me. I noticed he was
whispering something to himself but I couldn't hear.

Just before we got in the vehicle, he asked if I was a christian or
a Muslim. I told him I didn't know. He said that's good. For he was
neither too. All he knows is God and God knows him.

Bayo: as from today, you are Otunba kekere.

I looked at his face to see if it was a joke or he expected a
reaction from me.
He was dead serious.

Me: kekere…referring to my joystick size?

Bayo: dats between me and kemi, but to everyoda person, you
are the king’s young adviser.

Me: who is the king?

Bayo: me

It wasn't even funny anymore
The bus was originally a fourteen sitter, but had somehow been
converted to an eighteen. It was filled with different Pasuma
stickers, some weird looking poster advertising pile cure was also there. Spiritual assistance for job, visa etc was displayed too.

The ignition of the car was in ruins. Two wires was the key. He
started cursing as two park guards approached him to collect 200naira.

Bayo: all they know is money, they wont repair the park o, wetin
dem dey use our money do sef, I no know.

Me: so will you tell me where you found me?

ALSO READ:- Jason- Sex & Drugs (part one)

Bayo: of course, but not now. This is the most important part of
the day. If we can go to Oshodi and back four times before
10’o'clock, we can now relax as passengers trickle in. The rest of
the day is likely going to be heavy with traffic.

Me: so 10’O'Clock?

Bayo: 10:05,
I wanted to ask what the 5min was for, but I declined. I made up
my mind I was gonna trace my roots. So Bayo and I had limited
time. I would miss him I concluded.

Mile 2 was filled with young and old people, they looked like
hardworking people. While the young showed zeal, the old showed defeat.

Bayo: Oshodi, Oshodi…e wole pelu change o…aaro la wo o…mi
o run iya anybody o!
People started rushing in. Even the women shoved anybody that
came in their way. In less than a minute, the bus was filled.

A plain clothed guy opened the already pulling out door and sat beside me. His
face was hard and lips black.

Bayo: that sit na for staff oga, my motor don full

Mr.Black lips frowned

Bayo: Oga I say na for staff, commot for my motor jare!

Mr. Black lips looked at me as if asking if I was a staff too

Me: I am not staff

Bayo stopped the engine, and was about to start anoda set of
screaming when Mr. Black lips brought out his id card.

Bayo: oga olopa, why you come dey waste our time before. You
for don talk, ehn…

Mr. Black lips: you are very silly, na the first time I go enter your
motor be this.?

Bayo starts the engine.

Bayo : ahn ahn, you don dey vex, e no good to dey vex
o..ehn…my officer…Black is beautiful…ehn!..black magic!..u
too much..
The sound of the engine soon drowned the laughter emanating
from the other passengers.

As Bayo drove, I looked at him and
saw bliss, satisfaction. He was not educated but was content with
his life. The educated one behind looked unhappy.
I was educated but I cant remember if I am a graduate, or an
undergraduate or a young worker.

As we made our trips to and fro. I got to like Bayo. He could
shout and rain abuses on passengers but he also made them
laugh and feel at ease. He even flirted with some and made them
blush. Asking why their husbands didn't buy cars for them.

Bayo: if not for arithmetic, I for don be pilot and you madam! for
be my iyawo. Five cars for u!
Just like d rest, she blushed.