MY EXPERIENCE. Share urs;

When I travel by road, I’m usually irritated and
angry when people ask the driver to stop so
they can buy all sorts. Two reasons why I get
angry- the kind of things people buy, like boiled
egg (i just hate the smell) and the delay they
cause especially when they say they are pressed.
Hmmmm. I never knew what it felt like to be
pressed while travelling until it happened to
me. I attended an owambe in Lag and was to go
back to school (Port harcourt) the next day. I
however decided to break my journey, stopping
in Warri and continuing the following day. On
that fateful day I went to the park early. I didn’t
feel pressed or anything but I was scared
considering the fact that I ate party food two
days before. When the journey started I was
fine except for the normal motion sickness that
was a norm for me. When we got about half
way I felt the first rumble in my tummy. I shook
it off.
Then about 10mins after it came again. I became
bothered. I quickly opened my wallet and
swallowed a tablet of lomotil I used to carry
around.
Then there was the rumble once again. I became
really bothered. I tried to sleep but for where. I
started praying for the bus to move faster but
that didn’t happen either. Traffic even came out
of nowhere. I felt my village people were after
me. I prayed harder, all the while calculating my
journey from the park to my house should the
bus miraculously appear at the park. I got more
uncomfortable and the girl beside me noticed as
I was shifting around on my seat. I told her
what was up. I started sweating profusely and
that’s when I knew I had lost the battle. With
the last energy left in me I gave a feeble cry
‘driver please stop o’. Trust all these commercial
bus drivers, he just pretended not to hear and
continued driving. The girl beside me and the
other passengers had to help me shout on the
driver before he eventually stopped. I ran out
with lightning speed, discovered a small bush
and did my thing. I was so relieved. It took me
about 5mins to recover myself cos I was
shaking.
When I was done I took the walk of shame back
to the bus and to my seat at the back. All the
passengers were busy telling me ‘doh’ (meaning
sorry). I was mortified. My only consolation was
that I knew nobody in the bus. As soon as we
got to the park I picked up my bag and walked
fast fast to my house never looking back

It happens no big deal
Ppl with rep sef
Ask Tinubu

Walk of Shame

Doh Jare.

If I am pressed, I will open up.no time to form

Another copy and paste post from Naijasinglegirl website

Hahaha...@OP doh ooo

Poo pressure is no respecter of person

Hot poo no be joke bros

Eyah Doh

Notin bad in dat, it a normal tin.

diceman1:
Walk of Shame

Doh Jare.

Lol. tnx

SuperSuave:
Another copy and paste post from Naijasinglegirl website

U try

ifekemmie:
Notin bad in dat, it a normal tin.

U bin don experience am wella

Dyt:
It happens no big deal
Ppl with rep sef
Ask Tinubu

OK

U bin don experience am wella

Lol, not @ all bt pple use to stop bus to poo if i board one

Omotayor123:

OK

I like ur pele on ur face Miss Lasisi

Dyt:


I like ur pele on ur face Miss Lasisi

Tnx sweety

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