It was a sunny day in lekki peninsular and everybody went about their businesses, so did George’s the also. ‘ Amigo, get your scrawny ass over here, remember we have to get to the airport early’, my mum shouted at Aderemi as she was rushing to her car limping on one leg and forcing her stilettos into the other leg.’ Mama I’m on my way just tell Dapo to wait for me oh because anytime you give him the chance to drive, we won’t hear word in the houseagain’, Aderemi replied while finalising her makeup. Dunno if she has plans for any custom officer cos eleyi poju .
Anyways, ive been ready an hour ago because my mum finally let me drive the Toyota sequia. After I bashed the Honda while reversing three years ago, I was relegated to driving the kabukabu of the house which was the Toyota corolla 1990 model that my dad bought with his first salary(God knows why he kept it sef, well, there’s a thing about your first, if you know what I mean. Winks*). Okay, I want you to judge. The car doesn’t have a horn, trafficator, head lamp so I can’t drive in the night, leaking radiator which makes me park every ten minutes to refill the water to prevent over-heating, and a car sound that sounds like an elephant’s fart. If V.I.O catch me peren, na die oh. I mean, If the car was meant to be a punishment, I consider my lesson learnt. So, u see why I was ready an hour before take-off time. The adrenaline of driving a road worthy car was coursing through every vein in my body.
Honk! Honk! Honk! I blasted the horn to hurry them up. ‘ ehhh.. I go leave una oh’ I shouted because they were delaying my chances of cruising the car. ‘oga wait jare, abi because you are driving us now we should fry paw paw’ remi replied the only way she knows how to.
Finally we were on the road and I was feeling fly, driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on d frame of my door, enjoying the feeling of cruising a tear-rubber ride. Driving on a 100 with the breeze slapping my left cheek…oh it was like heaven and I was enjoying it until it was interrupted by remi.
‘guy reduce your speed oh,im still in 100 level. I’m too young and pretty to die’ remi said while tapping continously on my shoulder. ‘isabella, stop giving your brother a hard time and let him concentrate on the road’ mum replied with that her sweet latino accent. ‘yes oh, tell her mumsy, I dunno wats your own with me remi’ I also said halfly smiling cos Im used to her wahala. ‘ehn ehn, this is not fast five oh or don’t think you are that transporter guy. Na film trick all those ones dey do oh. Theres no film trick in real life. If you want to die, no carry me go. Infact, mama, why didn’t dad carry us’ remi said with the volume of her voice slightly increased. ‘he has a surgery to perform today. A spinal cord thingy and those things take a lot of time so, thus your brother driving’ mum replied.
The rest of the journey went quietly till we arrived at Murtala Mohammed International Airport, Ikeja. Okay guys, let me put you out of the dark. I know you are wondering why we are at the airport. Well, we aren’t travelling anywhere, we just came to pick our cousin, Micheal. He is the son of my mum’s elder sister and he is based in the united states. Just want to stay a couple of days with us before leaving.
‘yo hommies nd honnies, its your boy mike’ he shouted from afar and remi ran over to hug him. Mum was smiling, I was smiling until he came to spoil the smile fest. ‘wadup penny and oh..if it aint my lil bro.. gimee a hug dude’ he said while putting his arms around me. I know from this statement you know why my mum and I quenched our smile fest. He called my mum by her name and he called me lil bro. I mean he’s just a year older than me oh. Foolish boy, adiye funfun ko mora eh lagba i thought to myself while hugging him
To add insult to the injury, as we were about going he said ‘ya’ll shouldn’t tell me im going in this box’(dats our car oh.. car that is shacking me)’ I was expecting a limo mehn and not a raggedy ass SUV’
Mum and I looked at each other…….. and three options were going through my mind
1. Leave him there at the airport and make him find his way home
2. Drive him to one bush path along mowe –ibafo road and dump him there
3.Organise boys to treat his fuck up right there.
See you next week…………!