Travelling for Christmas
In this part of the world where we live, travelling for Christmas is very important and every Christmas season, we embark on Christmas journey back to our villages or from one city to another. Come with me as I narrate to you my experience in this year’s Christmas journey.
I was to travel from my College to my residential home which is in the city of Ibadan. The city of Ibadan is the largest city in West Africa. I was travelling from far eastern part of my country to the west. I entered an eighteen seated bus and my journey was meant to be just eight hours but due to bad roads, traffic jam and driving breaks, we spent sixteen hours travelling on this very day. Well, this journey happened on the 22nd of December.
We passed through six different states before we got to the city of Ibadan. When we got to Benin City, we had a flat tire. The worst thing was that it happened to two of the bus back tires and we had to stop on the high way to fix it. There came the communal life style of the people of Nigeria; every passenger in the bus came down to fix the tire. It was only the four ladies in the bus who did not participate in the action.
It was fun fixing the tires and I was taking some shorts with my phone cameral and the same time assisting in the fixing of the tires. We had to use jack to pull the bus up and bring out the tires one after the other well, our driver did it himself but we the passengers helped in inspiring him by making a hell of noise. When we finished fixing the tires, it was now time to fix in the both tires but the Jack our driver used got spoilt!
We had to come together and pull up the bus while our driver arranged the tires on after the other. Belief me, it wasn’t easy pulling the vehicle up, the ladies didn’t assist us, they were busy gisting with local women who were selling oranges. The action lasted for about two hours, this was because we were not professionals. During the period of intervals, I went to join the ladies who were not helping in anything at that time, they were only buying oranges from local sellers there.
These local sellers sold oranges at very cheap rates. I asked one of the women selling the fruit to prepare one for me to test. She did as I said and after testing it, I found out that it taste so good and I demanded for some supplies at a very cheap rate. We interacted with the local residents of the village and we all laughed out and forgot our problems (problems that we are facing in the name of democracy). One of the local sellers was so friendly that she taught us some of their local mother tongue, it then occurred to me that Nigeria is truly big and diversify. I have never heard that language before in my entire life, the tone was so unique and the orange seller was very happy, she even expressed this as she laughed out each time ten seconds passes that moment. The local residences were happy and satisfied. To them, we in the city and with western life style are missing a lot; they had little to worry about. The little gain they make from selling oranges behind the high way is enough for them.
When I got home, my family members came out to welcome me and I presented to them the oranges I bought while coming back. I felt so good of because all my family members have being waiting to welcome me, my phone switched off on my way and we arrived Ibadan city late. We arrived by 10 pm. What a Christmas journey I had. Do you care travelling with me next time?