Wednesday, April 9, 2008

I had totally forgotten about the Nigerian toaster…

When a woman is supposed to be parading with suitors, I am dodging a toaster. I haven’t had a toaster since I was a teenager running around with one of the estate bad boys. I was new to the ‘hood then and feeling the fine boy’s sweet mouth until my mother threatened to call the police the next time she sighted his jaga jaga head around our house.

But my dear men, at this age, a toaster is not cool. A young man who calls on you when he’s bored and feeds you lame lines in hopes of catching some fun—cliché. We’ve been neighbors for six months (he’s a corper too) but his lines started recently when I was on my way to work. I was yielding for traffic at a bus stop, when he taps my window and gets into the car. We make small talk. Nothing unusual until he sends me a text later that night saying “Tanx 4 d ride baby I miss u and my heart desires and want u.” He follows up with a call because he wants to hear my voice before he sleeps and says he’ll call me first thing in the morning so he can wake up to my voice. Eh? Am I in a bad nollywood script?

I begin to screen his calls. But you can’t dodge your neighbor for long. He catches me one day and with our property wall between us, I tell him I didn’t like his text or his lines. With characteristic cockiness, he laughs it off as “just being friendly”, but quickly adds that being friendly can lead to something. I am feeling like a harassed 16 year old. So for now, I am playing hide and seek.

…and the Petrol Queue!

On Monday I drove into the petrol station at 7:20 a.m. feeling like a smart chick only to find smarter drivers already there. The queue was longer than I expected. My dearest dad with whom I drive to town with every morning was still at home. We were supposed to do this together but I didn’t want to be late to work. He’s an oga who can resume whenever. Me? Am at the other end of the hierarchy. I can always pull the corper card in the face of lateness, but I don’t like talking too much early in the morning. So I decided to get a head start, get fuel and return home to pick him up. I didn’t leave the station until two hours later. NYSC orientation camp introduced me to the culture of shunting but I didn’t know that cars also jump queues! Nobody is their brother’s keeper on a Nigerian petrol queue. Noborry.

So when my turn finally arrives at the pump, almost two hours later, the attendant fuels two bike drivers then turns to me and says: “anti, you go find one N200 for us oh!”After your slow crawling queue, the first thing that comes out of your month is a half-demanding, corrupted request for more of my money?

I put on my best agbero accent and tell him no oh! After all, he allowed the okada drivers to chance me! He apologizes and asks how much I will give him. I feel bad, but unfortunately I have no change and neither does my dad who is annoyed anyways and not in the mood to part with his money. I tell the fueler to stop short of the N3000 I’m buying and keep the change, but the attendant grumbles because I didn’t tell him sooner and they shove my 30 naira change in my face. Na wa! for your people.

15 comments:

  1. I always enjoy reading your entries. I plan on coming home for the NYSC in a year or two also...so I'm really following your transition.

    Toasters...I hope I wasn't that annoying during my high school years.

    Bless.

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  2. oh girl, pls update more often me like this blog, plsssss. i know ur busy with NYSC tho, so i'll pardon u for now LOL. Stay safe in naija and have fun!

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  3. shiznit, bola is that you?
    @bayo, in high school we welcome d toaster, but now we want the suitors ;)
    @anon, thanks,there is so much to tell, working on posting more often ;)

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  4. LOL! Goodness, gracious! This toaster situation is HILARIOUS! I just don't understand why men think it's cool. Lead to something ko, lead to something ni! Madness! :)

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  5. Ahh...Niaja toasters are something else. At least they are not like Ghanian's who love you after the first lay eyes on you.

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  6. the guy is an ass
    i wonder y guys have to do that?

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  7. mmh, I haven't seen the guy now in some weeks. I wonder where he is?

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  8. no sweetie...Nigerian toasters just like Ghanaian toasters are the king's of "I love you" after they just met you...goodness...

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  9. no sweetie...Nigerian toasters just like Ghanaian toasters are the king's of "I love you" after they just met you...goodness...

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  10. LMAO @ the guy.

    I can't wait for this National service thing to be over... I want my life back ;)

    Hi

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  11. "Eh? Am I in a bad nollywood script?"

    I'm finding out more and more that Nollywood is a reflection of real life.

    pyoo wata
    the nollywood critique

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  12. "I tell the fueler to stop short of the N3000..." -EXCELLENT, nothing could have been much better.

    We need to start stamping our foot down in refusing to tip people, especially when they are (just) doing their jobs.

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  13. He follows up with a call because he wants to hear my voice before he sleeps and says he’ll call me first thing in the morning so he can wake up to my voice. Eh? Am I in a bad nollywood script? that is way too funny!

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  14. Mayn, currently doing this shit now, at least u guys had the privilege of being posted to lag or ABJ, that rule has been scrapped now and i ended up In PH (rivers state) that place is grimey. oh and now there is a compulsory teaching rule.. my advice, dont bother with this nysc crap.u can always pay for the certificate lol

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