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5th and Final Challenge

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4th Challenge

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3rd Challenge

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Here is the 2nd Challenge:

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My name is fx0ne and this is my story,

I have recently been subjected to constant barrage from none other than my (sweet) mum. Her gripe? The M word, yep "Marriage" in its entirety. I find it quite amazing that my mum who, until a few years ago, never engaged me on that subject now hounds me (in a good way). Her bellyache stems from the fact that I am just too laid back. I seem a lot more interested in other aspects of life like business and work than in "settling down". She says that as if to suggest I am not settled in any way, shape or form. Mummy, I dey Kampe.

A few months ago, she barged in on me, spitting fire and brimstone. Her last words before leaving my crib amid electrically charged atmosphere were "I want a grand child?" like there's a market stall for children. Mothers, demands and everything in between. This was no threat either. Her claim was that she hadn't as much as seen any woman with me in the last two years which presupposes that marriage was further down on my scale of preference. She also alluded to my not socializing enough since I tend to spend most of my weekends working and watching football at home. To all intents and purposes, that time, according to her, could be better utilized in increasing my odds of meeting "Miss Right Now". I have to admit, she has a point. After all its a game of numbers coupled with the law of averages.

Don't get me wrong, I want to get married. In all honesty, I know I need to get married but it has to be done right and well. I think one of the major challenges I have with women boils down to TRUST. Anyhow, I am hard at work on it. After examining and taking a cursory look at the current situation (after all, she's been my elixir of life), I decided to heed mum's advice. I decided to actively explore the dating scene again.

Before starting though, I made a mental list of minimum requirement for a supposed wife material. Nothing fancy, no fluff, just a baseline. I came up with the following

She should be:

between the ages of 25 - 29
gainfully employed or running a business (no slouches)
Smart and Presentable
based in Lagos (no cross country, please)
must have a sense of humor (healthy dose)

I haven't exactly dated anyone since 2006. Thats all of four years. I approached the scene with a tinge of guarded optimism. These are the highlights of my adventure,


First Date
Name: Tola
Occupation: Stock broker
Duration: 90 Minutes

In order to set the ball rolling, I called up my friend who never seem to disappoint me when it comes to issues like this. He initially introduced me to this lady sometime back but i never followed up. I asked him for her number again and called her up. We agreed to meet up the following evening for drinks on the island (sorry, I don't do mainland). I wasn't exactly expecting a quick fire start but well, this date lasted all of 90 minutes. Damn.

You know you’re in for a rough ride when the first thing out of your date's mouth is “This place is cool, <ex-boyfriend> never brought me anywhere remotely close to this place.”  Your night is pretty much wrecked even before it has started. Just because I was still very open to detecting the expected and discovering the unexpected, I gave her the benefit of doubt. I was wrong. I started getting a little worried because she seemed to peruse the menu a tad too long - sort of like doing menu analysis. Then again, she's a portfolio manager. A lot of our conversation - lets just say, did not leave me in stitches. It was a non starter. It was all about her ex and her friends. In no time she had given me a detailed "verbal dossier" of her last relationship. The beginning, the middle and the end. For all my tolerance, I found her behavioral attributes to be just a little too agricultural for the occasion. She drank excessively. She didn't even ask why I was only taking a bottle of water. As soon as there was nothing more for her to say, I had to cut in to tell her it was time to go (it was getting late too). I had to because I knew that as soon as we ordered another round (forth), she was going to cock-up. She would most probably be calling him (ex bf) within minutes after I must have dropped her off.  At once, I sent a BBM to my friend "THIS A'INT WERKING FOR ME!!!" I put her in a cab a few minutes later never to call again. This particular date was ill conceived. This was indeed a false dawn.


Second Date
Name: Sola
Occupation: Entrepreneur
Duration: 9 Weeks

I met Sola at The Palms on her way out of the gym and fitness centre. Her BB had dropped and almost reflexively, I had picked it up for her. It was worth the price of admission alone. This chic was hot (in every sense of the word), not with the geometry that her symmetry inspired. She was indeed funny, spontaneous and her shape - prose in motion. In mathematics they call this "Curvilinear". She's the kind of chic that when you walk into a room with, everyone of your friends will give you two thumbs up. She can make you feel like "U the MAN!!". My former boss used to tell us back then that you need to engage your clients. My boss would have been proud of me because I re-defined that word maximally. We got talking, exchanged BB pins and digits and hit it off. We had our first date a few days later. We  went for boat cruise and drove to Epe and back roof-down style. It was cool. One of my friends later described her succinctly as "a celebration of evolution".

Less than a week later, i received a BBM from her "I'm at the gate". I had my friends over at mine at the time, expending copious amounts of raw human energy on a game of soccer on PS3. I was literarily exhilarated because now I looked like the man. The REAL DEAL. She came in cladded in a pair of blue jeans (gripping stuff) and a female polo top. It was a pleasure introducing her to my buddies - except of course, my mum. It looked like we were going to dove-tail beautifully. Temperature was reaching close to boiling point. Over the following weekend, she showed up again saying that she was in the vicinity and dropped by to check me up. I didn't initially take a dim view of it - then it happened again on her way back from her business three days later. Er… when things started to feel a bit awkward, I questioned her over the issue of just showing up unannounced even after chatting and speaking on phone on the day. She immediately flipped the coin, making suggestive remarks and insinuating that if I didn't have anything to hide i wouldn't be too bothered.

I think it has been mentioned in certain quarters that the hotter a woman, the more insecure she is. This babe had started off sweet and nice, visiting, calling and messaging but I quickly realized that these ten to twenty calls a day were actually to consistently play big brother. "Where are you?" and "Who's voice is that?" became a recurring theme in our conversations. She wasn't just out to "hear my voice", she was indeed tracking my movements and whereabouts. She completely redefined RFID and GPS. There were cracks already and I wasn't ready to paper over them. When she was not tracking me, she was spending hours caking on her makeup prior to going anywhere (including the mall). She was very long on appearance and packaging but desperately short on personality. You can't use outward appearance or good looks to compensate for other deficiencies. She eventually became a bit too needy and clingy subsequently becoming downright creepy. The final straw was a few days before I made up my mind. As I was trying to drive out of my street, i saw her driving in. Yes she lives in Ikoyi, but… she tried to explain that she was just coming to check up on me, but I knew she was being very economical with the truth. She wanted to check if my car was outside. She wanted to know if I was at home. It was little more than a flimsy fig leaf and the whole thing had started to irk me. I realized that this relationship will only lead to her waiting on my porch each day I was out. My friends really like her and whilst I trust the marriage institution, it does not imply a faith borne of blind devotion. We severed ties amicably,


Third Date
Name: Remi
Occupation: Architect
Duration: 8 Weeks

Hmm…Remi is a sight for sore eyes. Like the saying

"Words can never convey the beauty of a tree; to understand it, you must see it with your own eyes".

Remi is pretty much like that. Effortlessly beautiful with more of a sedate personality. In addition, she is also well read (with dual Masters including an MBA), an accomplished architect and a bit of an intellectual. Very methodical in her ways but with a penchant for getting her knickers in a twist.  We initially went through a lot of pet-peeves and common misunderstandings but quickly resolved them. From then on she displayed a distinct brand of conspicuous commitment. Things were ok (almost perfect) for a month but i started noticing certain forceful traits thereafter. It started with her letting me know that she would prefer specific outfits on me. Within a short while, she was ordering my meals and telling me what to eat and what not eat. She attempted to control every aspect of my life and, by and large, succeeded. She determined what I ate, wore, drove, watched and everything else about my life. She even made an attempt at fanning embers of discord between my friends and I. I had become a kid completely eclipsed by my so called girlfriend. To make matters worse, anytime I tried as much as defend myself, she cried foul and schemed her way until I gave in to her demands. She never apologized when she was wrong and even when she managed to, it was laden with sarcasm. Well babe, beauty and brains do not equip you with a certificate of exemption from all other functional aspects. Oh, she was a bit of a drama queen too. I was effectively disconnected and had lost my identity. Finally, I regained control. I was not about to delegate the direction of my life to someone else. She had become a massive contrast between promise and delivery. What began with ambition all but ended in attrition.


Fourth Date:
Name: Zainab
Occupation: Sales Rep
Duration: 3 Weeks

I met Zainab at Swe Bar. They say club girls are a no-no. I beg to differ. The number of the so called "correct"  and upwardly mobile ladies and guys for that matter happen to also hang out at clubs. I try not to make sweeping generalizations. She looked very attractive…but who wouldn't in a club (i wasn't under any influence BTW). Walked up to her and introduced myself and chatted a bit. Apparently she worked in Dangote. I eventually dropped her off at home (Surulere) that night. I didn't call her until the following week when i invited her out for pizza in VI. 

Let me start by stating this: Ladies we understand. Trust us. You tell your friend to SMS, BBM or call you during the first ten minutes of the date.  If you are not feeling us or we are boring you to near death, you’ll give your friend a hint and moments later you’ll be telling us how you have to leave because she just intimated you of some unfinished business.  I don’t think any guy has a problem with that first sms or phone call, to us it has become standard operating procedure.  We do however, get flustered if your face is fixed to your blackberry all through. This was my first prejudice. I discovered later that she had over 200 contacts on her BBM. We managed to pull through the first date albeit with more questions than answers. Two days later she sent me a couple of BBMs making a series of demands, one of which was funding her BIS account for that month. I passed on it. We went to the movies over the following weekend and she wanted to buy everything in sight. Perfumes, watches, bags, etc. Again, I ignored. What baffles me is that she seemed to have this extensive delusions of grandeur. Everyone she ever introduced to me knew every other person she introduced to me. She talked a lot about her "level" and how a lot of people knew who she was. I regarded her as an artisan who talked herself up as an artist. Add to that her strings of intermittent disappearing acts. She knew everyone from the security guards to the floor manager. She greeted and hugged people with reckless abandon - sometimes completely forgetting that she was with someone. To be honest, I was slightly embarrassed for myself. Eventually, she was brutally exposed to be a quintessential social climber and gold digger - a deadly combo (WMD). These types of girls are obnoxious because they hold their status in the overall social hierarchy above any relationship and are always looking to sort of "trade up". Social climbers are not trivial to figure out as almost all girls are in a way social climbers. You can tell social climbers by the name dropping game they play, as well as their obsession with the "Latest" and the "Exclusive." A social climber also has a lot of orbiters. This one had badly distorted reality to fit her mental picture of her life. She expects someone else to finance her extravagant lifestyle from buying gifts, clothing items and jewelry to trips and misguided ideas even funding an inordinate business proposition. All these and not even a slight show of implicit gratitude typified her. An argument can be advanced that remorse is not high on her list of moral imperatives - I was dropped right back into ice cold realism.


Fifth Date
Name: Ore
Occupation: Banker
Duration: 7 Weeks

Ore was initially very focused. In fact the statement "start with the end in mind" has never been more apt. She was very direct. I was a wee bit pedantic initially, but nonetheless vindicated. At the end of the first date, she had professed her love. By the second date, well, I knew how many kids we were going to have, where we were going to live and where and when I will be meeting my supposed "in-laws". On the other hand I was still struggling to come to terms with her and her plans. For Ore, it was all about her biological clock which was ticking that little bit louder in her ears. I am sure that if anyone had moved near her they would have been able to hear the clock tick. She never once failed to pass the message that she was the last of her friends to get married and she thought she would have been married 5 years ago. Whilst she often spoke about marriage, I could feel the desperation in her voice and see the hopelessness in her eyes. At a point she started looking at me like I was her last and only surviving hope. This was a serious case of mis-calibration of delusion. I made up my mind not to fall for the trap. She could care less at this point, she was hell bent on doing whatever it took to drag me to down there. She was literarily just circling like a carrion bird, waiting to confirm her kill. I'm sorry Ore, but those fault lines run much deeper than that.


So after five dates and seven months of (mis)adventure, I'm back to square one - or am I. There is indeed a sixth date, will keep you posted


*** Pls note for the ladies: No single guy will ever take you out to a nice dinner and just want to be friends.  Don’t act dumb or feign ignorance when he starts dropping hints. In between I had two dates that pretty much ended way before they even began because of this. ***

A fortnight ago I was in Accra on a routine consulting engagement. This time around, as part of project closure, i was to go back and deliver a management presentation at board level. Naturally when I travel, i attempt making all bookings myself so as to forestall any unforeseen complication. However, this time, the client made the necessary arrangements from the flight ticket booking to hotel reservation. The flight was scheduled for 7.25 a.m. Monday. Being an international flight, passengers are typically expected to check in at least two hours before boarding. As I live on the Island, it meant that I will have to leave my house at 5 a.m. if I had any hope of making it to the airport for 5.30 a.m. I called on my trusted mechanic to show up on Monday morning to take me to the airport and subsequently service the car while I was away.

Well, I got to the airport at about 5.42 a.m. and headed straight for the check-in counter. There was already a fairly long queue of passengers waiting to be attended to. I make it that there were about 20 people. So I filled the relevant form, paid for the yellow fever certificate (as if I needed one) and joined the queue. I like to travel light (mainly with one carry-on luggage) and this occasion was no different. I had my laptop bag, an extra shirt and pair of pants for the following day's activities since I was just going to spend a night - essentially i had no luggage to check in. Within seconds, I made my way to the computer assisted passenger profiling system, on to the metal detector for the usual security check and baggage inspection. I noticed the newly installed X-ray machine with multiple scanning beams as my luggage was scanned. I then gazed at the gate information display system for directions to Gate 33. I finally found my way to the departure lounge where I eventually settled down. The temperature was rather on the high side so was the number of passengers waiting to board planes to various destinations. I slipped out my laptop to review some mind maps all in an attempt to pass time.

Eventually at 7.33 a.m. there was a rather vague announcement, almost incoherent. "All passengers on Aerik Air Flight AK 123 to Accra, Ghana should proceed for boarding" (not real airline and flight names). It was a dull female voice and she repeated it a couple more times. I closed the lid of my notebook , tucked it away and made for the boarding counter for the last verification and screening exercise before eventually making for the jet way. As I walked via the specially constructed aerobridge tunnel that led straight from the terminal to the aircraft, I was greeted with a warm and friendly smile from one of the in-flight attendants. I flashed my boarding pass and she said "15F, straight down to your left sir!" and I replied "Thank you".

In almost all cases when boarding a plane, I make sure I observe the flight deck and the array of layered navigational controls. Its always amazing. Anyways, I walked down the aisle whilst keeping an eye on the seat labels. I eventually found 15F, only that it was occupied by an immaculate and stunningly beautiful damsel. She was breath taking and aesthetically mind blowing to say the least. She exuded grace and class from every pore. If my day was good, it was about to get even better. Or so I thought. I was still trying to organize my thoughts when she smiled and asked if she was occupying my seat. I smiled and nodded whilst opening the overhead compartment to place my luggage. As she was trying to adjust and switch, I signaled for her to stay put. I then asked to see her boarding pass where I saw 15D inscribed. 15F is actually the aisle seat close to the walkway while 15D is the window seat. I moved over to her seat. She later told me that she didn't fancy the window seat.

This little passage of events gave me an opportunity to engage this otherwise gorgeous chick. Trust a young man to act (or in this case try to act!). I found out her name to be Olga, a Ghanaian and University of Ghana final year Economics student. She had on a look of glowing radiance. She was picture perfect and very easy on the eye. We quickly got talking about the perceived similarities and differences between Nigerians and Ghanaians. We chatted a lot about, err, "much ado about nothing". We were however interrupted by the voice of the captain who announced that the plane would be taking off shortly. I managed to over hear that the flight time would be 40 minutes and would be cruising at an altitude of 31,000 feet above sea level. Furthermore, we were advised to switch off all mobile and electronic devices.

One functional piece of gear or device, if you will, that I travel with is a wrist altimeter. It's sort of like a watch with built-in aneroid barometer that can be used to measure atmospheric pressure at an altitude above sea level. I equip myself with it anytime I am boarding a plane. As I heard the altitude announcement, I engaged the device. It needs a baseline to be set from which all other measurements will then be taken. Olga noticed what I was doing and I explained to her thus: "Its just my own way of observing how high or low we are (in the air) at any point in time". She smiled. Lastly, final safety rituals were performed by the in-flight attendants before take off.

It was a lovely day, filled with blue skies and bright light. At exactly 8.02 a.m. the aircraft started to taxi along the left wing runway of the MMA International . The inner lights were dimmed as we prepared for take off.

The aircraft was propelled on the way to Accra in a blur of massive energy. The wheels-up was pretty smooth and easy. I viewed the retractable movements of the different components of the wing as we took off. In fact my window seat happened to be directly overlooking the right wing of the aircraft. In particular, I was able to spot roll control through the ailerons as well as plane slats and flaps as they were deployed downward to increase the amount of horizontal force produced by the wings. When the spoilers were activated on the right wing, I saw as the plates flipped up into the air stream. I was in awe of the technology. I then looked at the cross-section of passengers, only then did I realize it was at best half full. I could see pockets of empty seats across the fuselage.

I glanced at my watch and it was 8.10 a.m. We were firmly in the air now and judging by the altimeter reading, cruising at an approximate altitude of 15,500 ft. My attention once again shifted to Olga. As if by design, she turned and asked if this was my first time in Ghana. I promptly replied, "Its only my second time". We continued chatting for a while (to be honest i can't remember details now) and a few minutes later, the flight attendants had started serving in-flight meals. I took a bottle of water and a piece of cake, while Olga settled for juice and croissant. Just as this was happening, we heard a very loud sound that seemed to have emanated from underneath the plane which caused a slight but noticeable shift in the trajectory of the aircraft and by extension, the passengers. A few eye brows were raised - in fact more than just a few eye brows were raised. It felt like the aircraft had come in contact with a large air porthole!

Soon after, we heard this. "This is Captain Akin Hassan (not real names) with the new weather report from the control center. The weather is overcast and rainy with a chance of heavy thunderstorm. Temperatures will be in the low 20s. There will be a short delay in arrival as a result of bad weather conditions in Accra. The 'fasten seat belt' sign has been turned on for your safety and we expect all passengers to remain seated at this point. Thank you"

Huh!

There was complete and utter silence. You could almost hear the sound of it. Two flight attendants (female) continued serving food and drinks, almost oblivious to goings-on, while a third (male) paraded the aisle to ascertain proper seating positions and seat belt usage. "What was that?" Olga quizzed. "Minor turbulence I suspect". Sure I didn't sound overly convincing, neither did I say it with any conviction. One quick glimpse at the watch and it was 8.17 a.m. About 15 minutes in the air. This time we were on all of 31,050 ft above sea level. The plane had seemingly stabilized, or had it?

Almost immediately, we heard another loud thud, this time, it appeared to have originated from the front of the fuselage. It was earth shattering and caused another considerable shift - this time both within and outside the aircraft. "Holding Pattern…Holding Pattern", said a voice from the cockpit area. The plane started rattling. It was loud.

There was a synchronous, almost an orchestrated blurting out of "Jesus" from just about every passenger on board. This made the flight attendants retract to the tail of the plane. All we heard was "remain calm …remain calm". This was to be the last significant command from the cockpit area. Olga and I briefly made eye contact, then she asked what was happening and what we were going to do. I had no clue. I was unsettled and in utter consternation. I then stared out of the window only for me to see the shocker of my life…the wings which were hitherto parallel to the earth's surface had somehow created an acute angle. This portends only one thing. The plane had gradually started to nose dive.

Torrential strong wind and lightning were hammering down and making it difficult for any sort of in-flight maneuvering. The howl of the wind made me restless. I glanced at the altimeter, we were down to 29,825 ft. "The plane is on the way down" I motioned to Olga. I looked round, people were already nervous and crying. Some had started throwing up. It was getting darker and we were surrounded by millions of lightning flashes and enormous turbulence. I was also getting progressively nervous. Another quick look at the altimeter and it read 27,465. We were going down faster than the speed of thought. I muttered a small word of prayer.


Just as I was thinking of the next step, another huge thump came upon us. This time, all hell broke loose. There was turmoil, upheaval, commotion, pandemonium …(and these words are not even enough). We were hanging on "like a child’s dislodged milk tooth twisting on the slenderest slice of gum". There was significant lateral movement of the plane because of the heavy cross winds. Some passengers' seats (mainly in front) had been ripped off by the force of the impact. It became an exercise in perpetual motion within the confines of the fuselage. The plane was loosing altitude and there was subsequent gain in the cabin air pressure. Chaos and mayhem ensued. There was major outcry from kids in the plane. Somehow I managed to sight a slowpoke, an idiot who got to the emergency exit to force the door open. Those doors were not designed to be opened mid air. Emergency exits open inward, and pressurized air in the plane makes it impossible to open them in mid-flight. Safety hatches and exit doors can only be opened when depressurized. If one were to open it in this way, one could be forcibly ejected due to the force of external pressure. He subsequently gave up.

It even became obvious that the communications controls in the plane had stopped working. It was at this junction that I switched on my cell phone. I immediately thought of placing a call home to intimate my mum of this unfortunate air mishap. Contrary to popular belief that mobile phone signals can interfere with in-flight navigational controls, it cannot. The only reason why they tell you to switch off your phones in the plane is because a cell phone would change cell towers too quickly and you probably won't be billed for the call. You're actually more likely to get good coverage from a plane than from the ground. You have line of sight to many more towers and there's basically nothing in the way like trees and buildings and such. However, you are also interfering with communication for most of those towers that you can reach. In fact is there is more coverage at 31,000 ft than at any other time - but I digress. Just when I was trying to recall my mum's number from contact list, I immediately noticed something else developing under the right wing - it was bright orange with a slight mix of yellow accompanied by thick black smoke….FIRE!

From what I could immediately discern from my position in the aircraft, it looked more like one of the cargo doors had sort of detached which subsequently caused big time explosive decompression. The plane had rapidly entered a steep and downward slope. We were descending faster than ever. I looked around and I could hear all sorts of expletives… "Blood of Jesus"… "Holy Spirit"…"Jesus"…."Deliver us"…."Allahu Akbar", "Lai Lah Illah Lah", "Take Control"…, "E gbami oh" …"Oluwa", "Olorun", These were obviously based on different religious leanings - even some that I couldn't even hear or make sense of. Olga held my hands tightly and was praying fervently, sweating and crying. There were lots of loud cross-talk amongst passengers. Helpless kids screaming and rolling on the floor, the overhead luggage compartment had flung open and the content scattered all over. Everything was in disarray. It was crazy. It was one massive hullabaloo. The plane was still ploughing down at several hundred miles an hour, driven by unexpected turbulence and forced down that route by the earth's gravitational pull. Even now the altimeter was reading 15,005 ft. I sensed that the end was nigh. Just within a split second, my whole life had flashed in front of me…all the dreams and aspirations of becoming a world beater…this couldn't be real. I realized that everything in life pales into microscopic insignificance in the face of huge catastrophe.

Seeing that the fire had stemmed from the wings, I beckoned to Olga in a "stratospheric" effort to muscle in on the emergency exit pathway. To make matters worse, I was beginning to smell jet fuel and it was spreading rapidly. More confusion supervened even as the oxygen masks deployed. It became a desperate struggle for survival. Almost all conscious passengers had moved to the middle third section of the aircraft. We were still in mid air and the fire was raging even more now. The in-flight attendants also appeared to have been thrown into deep confusion and were in a precarious circumstance. I reckoned that some women and children had lost control and fainted at this point. Olga held on tightly to me as we navigated our way in the pitch blackness of the aircraft past the mass of mortal wounds lying on the deck.

As we finally crawled our way to the emergency exit door, what was to become a grand explosion occurred. It was tempestuous and deafening. It was so loud that for the first time I feared the worst. It sounded and felt like a time bomb. Just as this happened, I stopped feeling Olga's holding hands. I called out to her, but no reply. The only voices I could hear sounded like displaced echoes. We had been separated. The floor was fast ripping apart and several aircraft control cables had become naked. The plane was fast approaching ground zero and this time I couldn't even make out the reading on the barometric altimeter .…The plane was still clattering down with tremendous speed under the weight of massive wind with the fire now spreading in all directions when the unthinkable happened…,

"Beep…Beep…Beep"… my alarm clock had ticked off.

Had a funny experience today. I hope someone can shed more light on this. Perhaps there might even be a scientific explanation for it.

I was out earlier today to see a friend in Ajah. When it was time to go, I got into my car, put the key in the ignition and remembered i needed to fetch something from the boot, I got down, opened the boot and got out the item in question. Before I knew what was happening, the door had jammed, and the central lock had kicked in. This happened with my key still in the ignition (not started). All the tricks in the book did not work and I wasn't in the mood to give any mechanic a leeway to fiddle with any electrical (door and window) unit as this might inadvertently lead to other damages. Bottom line, I had locked myself out of the car.

Seeing that the only alternative was for me to return home and retrieve the spare key, I proceeded. Now, taking a bike from Ajah to Obalende (home) was not an option because of the distance and (perceived) risk. The cabs were not forthcoming either and the few that came were not willing to negotiate anywhere out of the Ajah/Lekki axis. Eventually, I decided to go by bus even though I hadn't travelled in one for some time.

I managed to get into one of the 'Danfo' buses going to CMS. I initially wanted to sit in the front seat beside the driver, but two on-rushing guys immediately commandeered it before I could even open the door (guess i was too slow). I then went back to the front row seat and settled down in a position overlooking the driver. A young girl (between 18 and 20) also slipped in beside me and in no time the bus was in motion.

I was trying desperately to place a call home so I could give directions to someone to get the spare key ready but all my efforts proved abortive. Frustrated, I gave up (I eventually sent an sms) and by this time we were getting close to the Lekki Phase 1 roundabout where we met with vehicular traffic.

I contemplated coming down and walking to the roundabout to get a bike as movement slowly became static, but what happened next was inexplicable. In the stifling confines of the bus, I adjusted and looked over the driver so as to gauge how far down the traffic stretched, what I saw briefly, however, was the drivers rear view mirror (I sat right behind him remember). I noticed something a bit out of order, in fact, strange. I saw an image of myself in the slightly concave mirror, but did not see the image of the girl sitting right next to me -she was conspicuous by her absence. To say I was startled is indeed a masterpiece of understatement. I checked again beside me and the girl sat there ostensibly unaware of what was going on. I was struck by a flicker of apprehension posthaste. I looked at the rear view mirror for a second time, and her presence still did not materialize - it was jaw-dropping. I observed a 'white' space between myself and the next passenger sitting after her in the mirror (like no one was occupying that space). I turned and took a good look at her again (whilst also keeping an eye on the mirror), this time she raised up her head, smiled and said 'hello' in what can at best be described as a murmur. As I was trying to display a highly tuned sense of composure, she signaled the conductor - she was alighting. And almost in one swift movement, she was gone. It was at this point I realized that the conductor hadn't asked her for the bus fare. I remember because he asked me, but not her. When I paid he complained about not having 'change', he skipped the girl and went on to the next passenger after her. I didn't suspect anything at that point.

I eventually got down at Lekki Phase 1 roundabout but not after taking another look at the mirror to ascertain the visibility (or lack) of the next passenger who moved to her sitting position. He was indeed visible.

This was a girl that existed physically but her image was not reflected in the rear-view mirror. Could she be a GHOST or a SPIRIT? At the risk of sounding naive, is there some kind of explanation for this occurrence or is it tunnel vision on my part?

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