FROM 'TRO-TRO' WITH LOVE (PART 1)

♫…this love will last though years may go ♫

For some not so strange reason this was the song that rang through my head as I prepared for work on the 14th of February. Over the years I have come to understand the term ‘unlucky in love’. The world designated ‘lovers’ day always found me single, either I had been dumped at the beginning of the year or I had hit a dry spell. I was therefore indifferent to the happenings of that day and it would have passed unnoticed had it not been for the bright red hampers gracing most shop fronts and the plentiful adverts in the media. So back to the story, I made sure my attire for the day had no traces of red or any of its derivatives and I set of for the trotro station. I don’t about you but, my morning and evening rides to and from work are most times the highlights of my otherwise monotonous days. Working a white collar job can get tedious and boring so I always look forward to these rides. I so patronized this mode of transportation that I have made a few good friends at the station. Fellow passengers like me who have found their services indispensable.

I got there just in time to catch the last seat; I hopped in and was expecting the mate to call the driver. I was shocked when he shouted;
‘Eny3 mma y3; last one’
But where are you going to sit? I retorted.
My question was met with silence as he scanned the station in search for God knows what. A woman sitting close to me shouted;
Heh, Mate, some of us have real jobs to go to eh
This drew the attention of the other passengers in the bus, who started shouting at him to go and call his master since the bus was full. The mate stood unfazed by the commotion in the bus. Just as some passengers threatened to come off board we saw a young lady rushing towards the bus. I realized that it was Ekuba, one of the first friends I had made at the station whilst queuing for a bus. When she got to the entrance she realized the bus was full and turned to wait for the next bus. The mate who was watching the whole time hurriedly pulled down his seat and offered it to her. That was when it dawned on me that he had been waiting for her all along. I also realized he was clad in a red up and down get up with clean shaven face and well trimmed hair…..TO BE CONTINUED.
BY E.B
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