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Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 1:23am On Dec 30, 2011
Chei! If I had my way eh, I for press one hot conk into the head of the driver wey resemble opioro mango. He was sitting right in front of me, playing with his horn like the keys of a piano. If ant pass, my guy go jam finger for horn; if lizard pass, my guy go jam finger for horn.

My head was steadily inflating like a hot-air balloon. I was dying to snap at the driver and tell him, “Oga, if play play dey hungry you, you better go back to nursery school”, but I couldn’t. My fellow passengers were looking ever so calm and unperturbed, like the docile horses on Lagos’ beaches. If I let loose I would look like a lunatic. So with great effort, my teeth clamped down on my rattling tongue, giving it no moment of respite so that it couldn’t spit venom into the driver’s ear.

The potent voice of the late Afrobeat King, Fela, leapt out of the car speakers:

suffer suffer for world – amen!
Enjoy for heaven – amen


Since I couldn’t do anything about my anger, I decided to lose myself in the music. That way I could prise my mind off the shrilly horn, and the driver’s gravelly voice belting along to the music.
The rest of the journey passed in a haze, but I distinctly remember that the song water e no get enemy was half-way through when the driver pulled to the curb and announced we had reached our destination, Ajah.
‘What a relief’ I sighed to myself. Did I say relief? Hehehe. I laugh because my sigh was premature; the ‘best’ was yet to come.

I entered vehicle number two plying Ajah-Obalende. The first thing that hit my consciousness was a passenger crying out ‘Jesus Christ!’ then a fat mama fleeing the bus (almost shedding her wrapper and modesty in the process). Curiously I followed the eyeline of the passenger who had just cried ‘Jesus’ and I saw why. Right before my eyes was a centaur positioned in the driver’s seat.
‘Oghene biko, which kind wahala be dis?’ I thought.

The last time I checked the half-man, half-animal creature belonged to fantasy movies and books. When did it start leaping off the pages of fantasy books to start mixing with humans?
The centaur, or should I say driver, had a lizard-shaped head that was clean shaven except for two ridges of dread-locked hair running down either sides. His long, full, Osama-Bin-Laden-type beard was tied in a bun, just like a woman would pack her hair. He wore dangling silver earrings and a thick silver chain. But he was no centaur. His legs were just as real and tangible as mine.

Things were not looking good.

I had the option of stepping off the bus, and back into the blazing sun to wait for the next vehicle, or staying put.
I looked around at my fellow passengers. They wore looks of amusement mingled with curiosity.

We all knew we were in for a ride.
Re: Madness On The Highway by maclatunji: 6:19pm On Dec 30, 2011
continue this story, your imagination is really running wild at the moment. grin
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 7:15pm On Dec 30, 2011
lol, I'll continue it tomorrow. cool
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 2:58am On Dec 31, 2011
‘Funmi lowo jo!’
The agbaro boys were at it again. They closed in on our bus like a colony of ants closing in on their prey.
Their leader, a dark, scar-faced man with humongous muscles was glaring down at the driver, hand held out. ‘Oya oya, bring the money. No waste my time.’

The driver turned around slowly to look at his aggressor. ‘Do you know who you are talking to?’ he spoke in an impeccable, English accent.
The agbaro boy staggered back. His voice was far from steady when he bragged, ‘You think say I dey fear you?’
The driver’s head snapped back to the road. ‘Get your bloody hands off my bus,’ he commanded in a cool, menacing tone.
The agbaro’s arms fell limply to his side. Then suddenly he realised his boys were staring at him and he needed to save face. So he broke into a histrionic protest. ‘You think say I dey fear you because you carry beard like Osama? No be Lagos we dey? I go conquer you!! I go -’

We didn’t hang around to hear the rest of his sentence, the driver slammed his foot on the accelerator and we bolted onto the highway like a torpedo.
We whizzed past cars and buildings at such a dizzying speed that I could feel the akara I ate that morning rising up my chest.
‘James Bond, slow down,’ one of the more daring passengers murmured.
James Bond was hard of hearing. He swung from one lane to the other, tailing cars and sniffing the derrieres of heavy duty vehicles. I shut my eyes trying not to imagine what would happen if we rammed into the mammoth vehicles he was currently tailing. I wanted adventure, and here it was in its crudest form.

I opened my eyes just in time to witness the driver tearing past the red traffic lights as the Lastma officials alias ‘please give me the slightest reason to jump into your car and seize your keys’ watched on, passively. The passengers burst into laughter. They had gotten past the discomfort and were now beginning to enjoy the ride with Mr Bond.

The joy ride ground to a halt when we hit a spot of traffic at Victoria Island. Mr Bond scratched his head and fidgeted impatiently. ‘This traffic is pissing me off,’ he babbled to himself. He let out a lingering hiss then cut off the engine. At that moment an unfortunate MOPOL man, basking in his khaki-inspired bravado, banged on our bus. ‘WHERE THIS BUS DEY GO?’ he bellowed arrogantly.
Mr Bond did not indulge him with the slightest bit of attention. That riled the MOPOL man. ‘DRIVER I SAID-‘ his tongue lost its strength the minute he got a full frontal view of the driver. He took to his heels. We the passengers enjoyed a good laugh. Our driver was not only James Bond, he was also Mr Invincible.

The traffic soon began to slither along and Mr Bond resumed his maneouvering tactics. He edged cars out of the road, climbed pavements and slammed the pedal as if we had spare lives in our pockets. We were fairly confident that we would reach Obalende in one piece, but things took a turn for the worse when we got to Bonny camp. That was where nemesis caught up with Mr Bond.
Re: Madness On The Highway by MarcAnthon(m): 4:18am On Dec 31, 2011
Fully tuned in. Lol at James Bond grin grin grin
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 12:20pm On Dec 31, 2011
Lol. The final part will be downloaded shortly. wink
Re: Madness On The Highway by firestar(f): 3:07pm On Dec 31, 2011
I don die. . . . . .
Lwkmd!
Your writing style is enough for me and some others to 'fess up their Naija driving 101.
Re: Madness On The Highway by firestar(f): 3:18pm On Dec 31, 2011
I don die. . . . . .
Lwkmd!
Your writing style is enough for me and some others to 'fess up their Naija driving 101.
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 5:49pm On Dec 31, 2011
Hehehe grin grin
Re: Madness On The Highway by MyneWhite1(f): 4:33am On Jan 02, 2012
Nice one smiley
Re: Madness On The Highway by Jamesmelbin(m): 10:13am On Jan 02, 2012
lwkmd seriously, im expectin d conclusn o, do am quick quick.
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 2:43am On Jan 03, 2012
Waw waw waw waw

Loud wails of sirens flooded the air. Right behind us a convoy of official cars was racing down the road at top speed, edging out cars to the kerb.
Our driver, James Bond, sat put, his face hardset.
‘Driver, abeg give dem chance,’ one of the passengers implored.

[i]Waw waw waw waw waw[/i]The convoy was right behind us.

A koboko cracked on our roof. ‘My friend, move this car!’

A bunch of MOPOL bearing AK47s pulled up parallel to our bus in a Toyota Hilux van. Two policemen jumped down and ran towards our driver.
I nearly passed hot stool in my jeans.

‘You dey mad? Move this your zinc before I tear your head!’ one of the policemen roared at our placid driver.
For the first time a flash of emotions surfaced in James Bond’s eyes. He eyed the policemen as if he was a piece of rag. ‘I’d rather die and go to hell than move this bus,’ he spat at him.
The MOPOL was in disbelief. ‘Na me you dey talk to?! God punish you!’ The MOPOL swung the driver’s door open and dragged him onto the road in a rage.
‘Emabinu sir,’ one of the passengers began to plead.
‘Shut your dirty mouth!’ another MOPOL man cut her short.

We watched in horror as the MOPOL rammed his heavy leather boot into the driver’s chest repeatedly, while the other policemen heaved our car to the side of the road.
I needed to get away. ‘Open the door!’ I yelled at the boy seated next to it.
Now our driver was on his knees looking dazed, but he didn’t put up a resistance or plead. The MOPOL was now unleashing the full vent of his rage on the driver – whipping, kicking, slapping and blowing.

Suddenly a stream of blood started flowing – out of the crown of James Bond’s head, then his eyes, his nostrils, his mouth, then ears.
We, the passengers, were now out of the bus, and looked on in horror. The MOPOL too was frozen like a pillar of salt.
Bond clutched the silver chain around his neck then fell over abruptly like a log of wood.
I had to get away. I couldn’t let my curiosity get the best of me. My wobbly legs hurried towards the bridge.
‘Jesuuuuus!’ a voice screamed.
I didn’t want to look back. But I just had to one more time; James Bond must be - oh.my.God.
There was no James Bond. What I saw was a brownish-green lizard-like head. My mind reeled. That could not be James Bond. The 29-foot anaconda was slowly ingesting the head of the MOPOL that had been brutalising James Bond a while ago. The MOPOL’s body flailed and kicked wildly.
I almost fainted.
With the last strength in me, I spun around and dashed towards Eko bridge, my mind suspended in a vacuum of disbelief.
I heard a conductor shouting a destination, and then found myself on a bus.
It took several minutes for me to regain my spirit, and several more to notice that the bus driver had only one arm. But that was the least of my worries. I muttered a quick prayer. ‘Dear father, let me get home in once piece.’
Re: Madness On The Highway by Jamesmelbin(m): 7:59am On Jan 03, 2012
OMG! What a horror incidence? Tiz an interest trip ;-) isn't it, Pls, Oluchi I'll want to read more of your articles,
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 12:39pm On Jan 03, 2012
Thanks James. Don't worry, more will be coming. You can also check out my blog. I posted a few short stories.
Re: Madness On The Highway by ARareGem(f): 5:56pm On Jan 03, 2012
Love this. Well done. smiley
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 6:01pm On Jan 03, 2012
Thanks, raregem. I'm glad you liked it.
Re: Madness On The Highway by MarcAnthon(m): 9:32pm On Jan 03, 2012
Wow! Really don't know what to say. That was certainty unexpected. Great stuff though. You do have a very creative mind smiley smiley smiley
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 10:23pm On Jan 03, 2012
Thanks MarcAnthon.
Re: Madness On The Highway by maclatunji: 11:17pm On Jan 03, 2012
^Ok, you are creative but your story is not complete you have left the reader hanging. Is there more to come because you have not told us who or what the driver is.
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 11:28pm On Jan 03, 2012
@ maclatunji, But if I fill out every detail, I won't be giving the reader room for imagination.
Re: Madness On The Highway by Larrywiz(m): 3:15am On Jan 04, 2012
"Madness on the highway" should've been recommended as primary school literature. Well, when that happens, I'll include it in my library of fame (I have a whole library, you know). I wish I could write like this, it's fantastic.
Re: Madness On The Highway by Kahwayy(f): 12:50pm On Jan 05, 2012
Lol!
Re: Madness On The Highway by kaykaybaba(m): 9:25am On Jan 09, 2012
hahaha!! one of the best posts I've read in a while. Great job! cheesy
Re: Madness On The Highway by EfemenaXY: 7:59pm On Feb 07, 2012
Oluchi, this is a brilliant write up!

I am most definitely hooked on your stories girl!  grin grin

More pls if you have them  smiley
Re: Madness On The Highway by Oluchi007(f): 10:54pm On Feb 07, 2012
Thanks, Efemena. I haven't actually paid much attention to creative writing of recent. Need to get my mojo back. lol. Thanks again.
Re: Madness On The Highway by emofine2(f): 2:11pm On Feb 14, 2012
Oluchi007, I'm a fan wink
Re: Madness On The Highway by aslan333: 10:56am On Mar 09, 2012
nice story oluchi007 you have a great imagination
Re: Madness On The Highway by Nickydrake(m): 11:26am On Mar 22, 2012
Wonderful work there, Oluchi, really. I especially like the part about 'extra lives in our pocket'.
And i agree with you; the way you ended the story encourages the reader's imagination to roam, which is exactly what i like mine to do. smiley
Re: Madness On The Highway by kaykaybaba(m): 3:19pm On Mar 29, 2012
had to come back and look for this post. A salute, to one of my favorite posts on Nairaland! m(_ _)m
Re: Madness On The Highway by firestar(f): 3:59pm On Mar 29, 2012
The End? Like seriously?

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