Their Prayers were finally answered as she tore off her bra. My stomach rumbled at the sight of this grown woman misbehaving like a little child with no manners. As she stripped herself naked, I realised that nobody else was thinking about the container of drinks lying on the floor except me. Others only seemed interested in seeing her naked body.
The last drink I had was about 6 months ago, it was a leftover bottle of hot Pepsi from Rosco’s Bus, the Sun had hit it so bad that it tasted like hot tea. I confidently made my way to the “big container” and started helping myself to my choice of soft drinks. As I was about to leave with the loot, someone started shouting “Ole, thief, ole.” The next thing I heard was a loud bang on my Head, someone had hit me with a stick.
Before I knew it, blows, kicks and slaps started hitting me from all angles because of drinks that even area boys had already started taking. The only face I recognised brought me a sigh of relief. I called out his name hoping he would help me. Sadly, the next punch I received in my left eye was from him. Why would Rosco do that to me?
Eventually, a name I hated so much was what saved my life when someone shouted “Una no sabi Reveren sistaa, she be craze woman.” That was the last sentence I heard before I passed out. It must have either been the Angels or My Uncle’s spirit that carried me back to my cold home.
I was awakened by the usual noise of “Ojuelegba-Stadium-Barracks” and a rattling noise coming from Rosco’s Bus. My curiosity was piqued by the sight of the “Dancing Bus”. The sound of moans and groans made me move closer, I didn’t need a Soothsayer to tell me what was going on.
As I peeped into the Bus, I didn’t know what to expect and to my uttermost surprise, my replacement was the “mad woman”. Wasn’t I good enough? How could Rosco humiliate me like this? And why was she getting all the attention around here? All these questions I knew I would never ask. It was at this point that I promised myself I would never ever let Rosco touch me again. Not even the sweetness of his “thing” or the usual N100 notes would sway me.
As the days turned into months, I started getting my own share of attention. Passers-by would point at me and shake their heads. Others gave me money and gifts that would soon be put to good use. While smoking his usual “igbo”, I caught a glimpse of Rosco and overheard him say “See her tummy, only God knows who did that to her” and everyone around him burst out laughing. I smiled and thought to myself “Let’s see who would have the last laugh when I have our baby.”