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No Agreement (1977)
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Johnny Just Drop (1977)
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‘Pay attention to me when I’m talking,’ she raged. Her husband flung his hands from the steering wheel in disgust. ‘Want us to have an accident?’ ‘You do know her! Admit it!’ He stopped at a red light. ‘I’m so so sad,’ his new wife flicked long fingers up to her eyes to wipe away the tears that had started falling. ‘‘You swore you loved me.’ ‘Of course I love, you I married you didn’t I,’ he reassured. The lights turned green and he continued driving. ‘But you’re still seeing her. Her with the too tight skirts and too much make-up.’ She prodded him with each word, so he flinched away, and the car veered into the outside lane. ‘I met her by accident,’ he explained. She prodded him again. ‘You met her twice. Twice is not an accident?’ ‘Purely accidental both times,’ he repeated. ‘You don’t care about me. You’ve never cared about me.’ Her graceful hands flung up in despair. ‘I married you didn’t I?’ ‘For what reason? For what reason?’ ‘Because I love you, you insecure idiot.’ This quietened his wife down for ten seconds. She looked up, and then gestured in horror. ‘You are in the wrong lane. We turn left at the end of this street.’ ‘Stop being such a back seat driver.’ He swung the car back into the inside line. There was an indignant hooting as he crunched into the car coming up fast and unseen behind him on his left. The police car arrived and then two tow trucks. Both cars were towed away. The driver at fault and his weeping wife faced the waiting policemen. ‘It was my fault,’ the husband admitted to the police. ‘We were arguing and I changed lanes without looking.’ ‘Dangerous,’ one of the policeman warned. ‘Don’t argue and drive. And keep your eyes on the road – it’s a lot safer.’ ‘Our marriage counsellor has insisted how important it is that we communicate all the time.’ ‘Not when you’re driving.’ ‘If I don’t answer her, she never shuts up.’ The husband flung his hands up in despair. ‘You try to settle an argument without using your hands.’ ‘Just do your communicating with both hands on the wheel and both eyes on the road,’ one of the policemen ordered. ‘I’ll tell her it’s not legal to talk to me when I’m driving,’ ‘Wouldn’t go that far,’ one of the policemen said, feeling sorry for the still weeping woman. ‘I’ve got to watch her to listen to her, and use sign language to answer,’ the husband explained. ‘What am I supposed to do anyway?’ At this point, both policemen pretended not to hear the last question, closed their notebooks and fled. Driving during an argument was always dangerous, but probably twice as dangerous with a deaf and dumb protagonist |
It was a day in summer solstice. I was on my way back home, feeling the heat of scorching sun. Having done tedious work at my classroom, I got exhausted. Much to my chagrin, the blistering sun, not taking exception, pronounced my irritation even more. As I was completely debilitated, I took off the road to a tree where I thought, I could relax. When I was loosening up myself, under the tree, one of my friends, going through the same way, saw me and came to me. He looked happy, he was drinking some kind of fruit juice, holding it in his right hand loosely and holding a memento in his right hand firmly. He told me that he was awarded with that memento just before half an hour, as he won first prize in some competition. Though I am not in a position to revel with him, I congratulated him. I was not in a position to speak to him much, due to my tiredness. He was frolicking in joy. Inadvertently the juice he was holding loosely spilled over my shirt. Much to my vexation, Getting exasperated by this act, I scolded him very much. Even though he was apologising, I didn’t listen to him, and went on upbraiding him. He felt insulted and left the place. After that, I eased myself and got back my composure. Then I thought, I should not have scolded him too much for such petty mistake. I thought of telling him a “sorry” when I see him next. When I was thinking about all these, I saw another friend who was running hurriedly on the same road; I stopped him and asked him what had happened. I was taken aback, after knowing that the person whom I just scolded had met with an accident and died on the spot. I too rushed to the spot and eventually after seeing him dead, without my knowledge, my eyes started tearing, and in a few more seconds my eyes got brimmed with tears. I could have been the reason, for piquing him, as it should have had led to the accident, and also I may not be. I cried, feeling hatred upon myself, for my helplessness, for not getting a last chance to apologise myself to him. I know that this feeling of hatred upon myself and my acrid acts will not leave me till my death. I was crying for hours, and feeling for days, after this incident happened. I thought and thought, then, with my intuition, I discerned one of the greatest lessons of life-“sometimes, you don’t get a chance to regret.” |
Far Not For Man (1977)
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Zombie (Nigeria)(1976)
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Yellow Fever (1976)
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Upside Down(1976)
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No Bread(1976)
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Ikoyi Blindness (1976)
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Before I Jump Like Monkey Give Me Banana (1976)
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Again Excuse O (1976)
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Noise For Vendor Mouth (1975)
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Unfortunately, some graduates are really going to undersell themselves and apply for these jobs............ Africa's richest man indeed...JOKE |
Kalakuta Show (1975)
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Expensive Shit (1975)
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Everything Scatter (1975)
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Confusion (1975)
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He Miss Road (1974)
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Algbon Close (1974)
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New crescent: @Rakumiii, thanks for making my day. You are the best. Please how can I get this albums or better still the compilation (Audio or video)? pls respond to Akeem.anny@gmail.com.Thanks bro.............I send you a link where you can download ALL of Fela's Songs |
Gentleman (1973)
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Afrodisiac (1973)
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Shakara (1972)
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Roforofo Fight (1972)
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Why Black Man Dey Suffer (1971)
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Open and Close (1971)
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Na Poi (1971)
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Live! (1971)
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London Scene (1970)
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Fela Fela Fela (1969)
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With DIPLO producing this album, its going to be one of the best albums Snoop Dog will ever make......anything that man touches is Gold... |