Something interesting happened on my way to Oshodi this
morning.
At the park this rough mean-looking conductor also known
as “agbero” in Yoruba was screaming for passengers, his
vernacular oscillating between Yoruba and pidgin English.
“Oshod! Oshod!” He shouted angrily as I along with some
other passengers scuttled for seats.
caution and decorum to the wind but waited patiently until
the bus was almost filled. Then she pleaded to sit by the
agbero until somebody came down then she would pay for a
proper seat. The agbero didn’t even look at her pretty face,
he hissed and shouted to the driver to move that why didn’t
she rush when others were rushing.
The girl started pleading in Yoruba and clean ‘oyinbo’
english; “please, ejó, help me out sir, I know you are a good
man, never mind all this shout you have been shouting
(people burst into laughter). Let me sit by your side please”.
Finally with much squeezing of face the agbero relented and
she sat beside him. It was a tight squeeze but she didn’t
complain but rather started praising the agbero.
He in turn started teasing her, speaking (and sometimes
spitting by mistake) into her face but the girl never looked
away, she never let the smile leave her face. He asked her
where she worked and she replied that she was a student in
the University of Lagos (UNILAG) studying accounting.
He teased her in Yoruba about her boyfriend and car (maybe
asking why her boyfriend didn’t drop her at her destination…
she laughed it off and continued to gist with the guy in
Yoruba. When she reached her junction the agbero alighted
the bus for her to come down. She did and paid her transport
fare, then the agbero told her to give him a peck on the cheek
for being so ‘gentlemanly’.
At this point some of us became indignant, haba! He had
been teasing her since, he should let her go. Another
argument almost ensued between the agbero and the
passengers although it was not as if the agbero was really
serious, he told her to go. Then it happened! She jumped
forward and gave him a peck on the cheek! We all shouted,
the agbero was quiet out of surprise. She then waved bye
and ran down to her street.
The driver and other people started to hail the agbero, see
hailing! The guy was just forming boss, saying he knew he
was irresistible etc and others were yabbing (taunting) him,
some were yabbing the girl and we moved on and suddenly
the bus was quiet, show over. Then the agbero put his head
down and became uncharacteristically quiet. The driver soon
asked the guy why he wasn’t calling out bus-stop abi the girl
don do am jazz (cast a spell on him).
his voice became emotional and believe it or not HE
STARTED CRYING. Others were now consoling him in
Yoruba. When I asked what the problem was, the lady beside
me explained that the agbero said he just realised he would
never be able to get a girl like that in his life because he’s an
uneducated bus conductor and she was going to be a
graduate.
He was weeping because he knew no girl of her class might
ever do to him what that girl just did, to touch a dirty person
like himself; that the girl is nice and well brought-up and if
he had money he would have chased after her. So the
passengers were consoling him in Yoruba that he would go
higher in life and be able to marry a girl like that. He should
not cry because it was not the end of the road for him.
That really touched me. For a moment in that agbero’s life,
his facade of a street thug fell away and he was a vulnerable
emotional aspiring young man, just like everybody else.
http://ift.tt/1BSiaY2
morning.
At the park this rough mean-looking conductor also known
as “agbero” in Yoruba was screaming for passengers, his
vernacular oscillating between Yoruba and pidgin English.
“Oshod! Oshod!” He shouted angrily as I along with some
other passengers scuttled for seats.
caution and decorum to the wind but waited patiently until
the bus was almost filled. Then she pleaded to sit by the
agbero until somebody came down then she would pay for a
proper seat. The agbero didn’t even look at her pretty face,
he hissed and shouted to the driver to move that why didn’t
she rush when others were rushing.
The girl started pleading in Yoruba and clean ‘oyinbo’
english; “please, ejó, help me out sir, I know you are a good
man, never mind all this shout you have been shouting
(people burst into laughter). Let me sit by your side please”.
Finally with much squeezing of face the agbero relented and
she sat beside him. It was a tight squeeze but she didn’t
complain but rather started praising the agbero.
He in turn started teasing her, speaking (and sometimes
spitting by mistake) into her face but the girl never looked
away, she never let the smile leave her face. He asked her
where she worked and she replied that she was a student in
the University of Lagos (UNILAG) studying accounting.
He teased her in Yoruba about her boyfriend and car (maybe
asking why her boyfriend didn’t drop her at her destination…
she laughed it off and continued to gist with the guy in
Yoruba. When she reached her junction the agbero alighted
the bus for her to come down. She did and paid her transport
fare, then the agbero told her to give him a peck on the cheek
for being so ‘gentlemanly’.
At this point some of us became indignant, haba! He had
been teasing her since, he should let her go. Another
argument almost ensued between the agbero and the
passengers although it was not as if the agbero was really
serious, he told her to go. Then it happened! She jumped
forward and gave him a peck on the cheek! We all shouted,
the agbero was quiet out of surprise. She then waved bye
and ran down to her street.
The driver and other people started to hail the agbero, see
hailing! The guy was just forming boss, saying he knew he
was irresistible etc and others were yabbing (taunting) him,
some were yabbing the girl and we moved on and suddenly
the bus was quiet, show over. Then the agbero put his head
down and became uncharacteristically quiet. The driver soon
asked the guy why he wasn’t calling out bus-stop abi the girl
don do am jazz (cast a spell on him).
his voice became emotional and believe it or not HE
STARTED CRYING. Others were now consoling him in
Yoruba. When I asked what the problem was, the lady beside
me explained that the agbero said he just realised he would
never be able to get a girl like that in his life because he’s an
uneducated bus conductor and she was going to be a
graduate.
He was weeping because he knew no girl of her class might
ever do to him what that girl just did, to touch a dirty person
like himself; that the girl is nice and well brought-up and if
he had money he would have chased after her. So the
passengers were consoling him in Yoruba that he would go
higher in life and be able to marry a girl like that. He should
not cry because it was not the end of the road for him.
That really touched me. For a moment in that agbero’s life,
his facade of a street thug fell away and he was a vulnerable
emotional aspiring young man, just like everybody else.
http://ift.tt/1BSiaY2
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