On this day 10 years ago.
Somewhere along Orile – Mile 2 expressway.
I was ‘standing’ in molue – the most offensive replica of a moving dustbin.
A fat-assed opeke in my front threw me a dirty slap.
Whai!
With a left hand for that matter!!!
Kilode?
Kilosele?
Oginni?
Wetin happen?’
Concerned Lagosians helped me ask her while I was recovering from the shock.
‘Hin dey touch my yansh’ she replied flatly.
‘Me?! Touch your yansh?! But I was removing my fare from my pocket’
I was fighting back.
‘Na for my yansh you keep ya money?’
#EKO.
