My Madam And I – Episode 23

At the park, I got my ticket, sat in the backseat close to the window waiting for the bus to get filled up. Then a beautiful young lady joined in sitting beside me.

“hello handsome”, she greeted. Smiling seductively at me.
I returned her greeting with a shy nod.
“this park delays a lot, I need to be somewhere as soon as possible”, she said in a troubled tone.
I looked at her and shrugged.
“my name is Lilly”, she said and extended a handshake to me smiling.
“I am Mike”, I replied.
“I love making friends with handsome guys, you are going to make my journey less boring”, she said, leaning on me.

I wondered where it was all going to end up. But she was so beautiful and smart looking, dressed in a pink sleeveless chiffon top and an office type skirt, a very simple makeup upon neatly packed braids. These attributes made her look corporate, decent and attractive. She talked about anything and everything around the park. I joined in the discussion not long. We we both laughed heartily once in a while. She was a good talker and a humorous one too.

Passengers where beginning to gather. Within a short while the bus was almost full save for two passengers. Manifest was given to us to write our names. Then suddenly, a call came through her phone.

“uncle, good morning…Yes…Oh!…I’m still at the park…okay sir”, she hung up and immediately started leaving. “sweetie I got to run”, she said as she hugged me and got off the bus without waiting for me to say a word.

The bus got moving with6 my mind busy thinking of her. She got my attention with her beauty, gentleness and humorous character. Suddenly our bus stopped at a check point. Hawkers approached us and I wanted to get a bottle of water and dry meat so I dipped my hand in my pocket to fetch my wallet. It was gone. I searched every inch of my property but it wasn’t there. I then noticed that my Android phone beside my backpack was also gone too. I had them a while ago. So I raised an alarm.

“driver! Stop this bus!”, I yelled. “stop it right now!”.

Every one turned to me wondering what was happening. The person sitting close to me was an elderly woman and beside her was an average working class looking man. Definitely not them, put precautional measures must be taken.

“what is the problem?”, the driver shouted from the front.
“I have been robbed! I have been robbed!”, yelling louder each time I complained.

The police men on duty heard me and pulled us over. They searched everyone and everything in the bus but nothing was found. So they asked me to retrace the last time I saw my valuables.

“right here with me!”, I said with all certainty. “I replied a message with the phone when a young lady was with me, then I put it in a pocket beside my backpack here”, I said, pointing to the side pocket of my backpack.
“and where’s the young lady?”, a policeman asked.
“she alighted before we moved”, I replied. Then it occurred to me that perhaps it could be her who took my stuff.
“the young lady took your things na, was she not the only person that came down from this bus?”, the driver asked angrily.

Other passengers joined in. Some were calling me names for wasting their time while the enraged driver wouldn’t refrain from throwing abusive words at me. Others consoled me and advised that I be wary of women, not knowing what brought me here was a woman.

In the bus passengers accounted their experiences or someone else’s, or an article or news they read of similar event one after the other, until we got to our destination. I was stranded and too shy to beg. But as soon as we got to the park I shouted.

“please! I need assistance. I’m stranded and I don’t have a penny to continue to my destination”.

To my greatest surprise, they started accusing me of a pretentious act to extort them. “that’s how they do!”, a lady shouted. “criminals!”, another passenger said. A man followed, “and they will look all gentle and decent, they are wolves in sheep clothing”. Others said their own bit while some just kept quiet. The driver didn’t waste time to drag me out of the bus and asked me to leave else they’ll burn me alive.

I felt greatly trodden upon. My shoulders were as droopy as my pathetic looking face. Then, the elderly woman beside me called me and asked me to tell her the truth. I swore with everything I held dear. Then she asked how much will take me home. I told her. She dipped her hand in her hand bag, gave me the money and said, “It’s between you and God”.

To be continued…

2 Replies to “My Madam And I – Episode 23”

  1. Tunde your man don suffer from woman hahahaha. Una anointing no the same at all. Just a woman and he is in all this shits. But you a thousand women and each been a stepping stone.

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