"Okay na gode." (Thank you!) I replied the guy on black, withdrew some stack of cash and left for the main road.
It took me about thirty minutes to cross from around Ecobank to Kawo junction where I'd get a cab home.
That's after taking a step forward and bringing it back, looking for help out of space, counting vehicles that passed.
I even saw a brand new black g-wagon, which is a must have, it's among the top must haves on my list, which came right after buying a house in madinah.
I stood by the road waited patiently to get a cab, or a tricycle or even a bicycle tire that would take me home.
I dialed Zeeya's number so I won't stand like a hopeless pretty lady on the road, "hello zeeya. "
I had to pay the money for abaya I bought on installment.
"hey ya kike?" (Hey, how are you?)
She replied smilingly.
"I'm fine, your money don ready o"
(I have your money now).
"Oya na how e go be, transfer or cash?" ( are you making transfer or you're bringing cash?) She asked.
"Na cash, I go show for una shop now." ( It's cash, I'm on my way to your shop now.)
"Oya na till you come, I go keep cold water for you." ( I'll be waiting, I'll get you a glass of cold water.)
"Which kin cold water, keep Malta o."
(What's cold water? Please provide malt)
"Lallai ma." ( you're not serious) she beamed and hung up.
After a minute or two I got a cab and flew to kasuwa (Market) to meet Zeeya, gave her the cash, and continued arguing with her for bringing water instead of malt.
Knock knock guess who's coming to dinner!!🎶🎶 My phone chimed, Mummy❤👑💃 flashed on my samsung screen.
"Wahala!" (Problem) I whispered to myself in fear, don't know where to start explaining from.
"Hello mummy!"
"Ina kike Dan uban ki?" ( where are you for crying out loud?)
"Ya Allah, mummy gani nan zuwa, (OMG, Mummy I'm on my way.)
Na ciro kudin ko, (I've already withdrew the cash) there was a long queue that's why I stayed long."
"Okay, yi sauri please. "
(Please be fast about it.)
I waved Zeeya goodbye, and I moved further away from the spot I was answering the call from, the left corner by the door.
I hurriedly moved out and in no time I got a cab. Wearing a frown I said "mallam nan kabala " (Mister take me to kabala)
"hop in." He said, and so I did.
Paying no mind to the persons in the cab, I sat impatiently on the front seat muttering some words to myself.
"Laila?" A masculine voice distracted my peace.
Okay who was that again? As my lips moved in synch with the voice in my head, I raised my eyes slowly to the direction I heard the call from.
"Oh..."
Salam guys! Chapter two it is, I hope you like it. Don't forget to tap on the little star button, comment, and share, recommend this book to your friends, your family, and even the haters.
But then who was the guy in the cab? Find out in the next chapter.
Kabala is a name of a place.
As you've seen, I'm trying to translate to the best of my ability, and I've introduced pidgin/ Nigerian English. "How you dey na?" = "how are you?"
Nazy loves you.
Peace. ✌
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