Getting late you hailed a bus whose driver pointed ahead. You knew it went to your destination. But the price wasn’t right. You waited for another. This time a sienna stopped.
‘Okela?’ You inquired.
‘Enter.’ The driver responded.
‘How much?’ For the price was
‘Two hundred naira.’ The beard mouth driver voiced.
‘Hmmm exact. Like he read my mind.’ You thought and got in.
All through you hadn’t given a thought on the only passenger in the front seat. A very short distance from where you had been standing, another person stopped the vehicle. A male. You had to move from the seat close to the door to another. But this time you sat at the edge. You were the only female with three males including the driver whose face was a forest of hairs and a cap on his head. A shrill ran through your mind.
‘What if? No they don’t look it. Them dey write am for person face? Why is this guy by the door fidgeting? His hands seems to be moving all the time. To his pockets, his head, his hands together again. He even had a bag of tools. May be it’s just a ruse. Why don’t you just stop suspecting and noticing every movement. At least the way is usually busy and we’ll get there soon. ‘
These words and more kept running amok in your mind. And all this time you sat facing your right side and the “moving hands man” by the door and singing gospel. Into the next state, another passenger came in. Still a male and looking more suspicious. You still sat in that awkward position making sure the four males were in your line of vision and singing all through. You were in between relaxed and scared. The “moving hands man” bought plantain chips from the hawkers and offered you one.You shook your head and whispered ‘thanks’.
‘You see he’s nice!’ You thought.
You looked ahead and you were close to you destination. You felt relaxed and even helped transfer the last passenger’s money to the driver.
You know out of this enclosed space, they would be seen as normal and innocent. But you thought of all the bad news that happen while people travel and felt insecure and judgemental.
The driver stopped at your destination and you stepped out exhaling all the tension strung up in the pit of your stomach. You felt safe again in the open and thanked God for a safe journey again.