Enomma, di bo unam…and I’d totter across the room my mouth open from the start..in came a big piece of meat. Meat from my grandma’s stew was like a slice of heaven. I sat patiently chewing and dragging with my left and right hand as cutleries.. By the time I was done, I half of my face and a portion of my Christmas dress could attest to the taste of the stew.. It didn’t matter that my siblings observed longingly while I ate my meat, I offered no one – gifts from grandma are personal you know..
Memories of ekamba mma filled my head…The tears flowed uncontrollably… We had just laid her to rest having passed on in her sleep five months ago. Many had different views of her…some said she was a troublesome woman, others said she was difficult to please. Those descriptors didn’t make it into the biography.
Grandma was an interesting part of childhood for me…whenever she visited, we knew ekpangkukwo was coming into the menu and many nameless but very tasty native dishes..she was the meaning of variety.
“Back seat make una pass your money come front..this bus don full oh.. ” passengers begun asking each other if he was the conductor of the bus as we were all seeing him for the first time. He had not been a part of the different faces energetically gesticulating almost dragging passengers into the bus.
Where my money? Came the drivers rumbling voice… As all passengers had refused to pay the conductor. How much is the fare ?
Which kind question be that one madam?
You never sabi sey na 1000 for uyo to calabar?
Ah but na 600 I pay from calabar come uyo oh.
I had barely completed my sentence when the driver threw out my bag. Oya come down from my bus na. I no wan Carry you sef.
Other Passengers came to my rescue – charging at the driver and threatening to get off the bus. One even offered to pay the difference. But the driver said he couldn’t have me on his bus..
Amidst the shouting and arguments, I quietly got off the bus and boarded the next one. I handed the driver his one thousand naira before getting in. And put my head down on the backrest of the front row seats reflecting on what had just happened.
Screams of Jesus! Sai! Iyammi oh! Woke me up…our driver had slowed down to clear off at the side of the road.
The bus I had been thrown out of was in a terrible accident…i saw the right hand of the man who had offered to pay the balance for me very close to the road covered with a part of the green agbada he wore, the rest of his body no where in sight. People were terribly dismembered and none survived. I sighted the lady who boarded the bus to replace me so the bus could leave being brought out of the Bush lifeless…
I cried through the rest of the journey.. Knowing I could’ve been a part of those who had just passed on but for the mercies of God. My peace is in his promises.. Whatever you’re pain is, keep in mind…God’s got you!
John 16:33 Amplified Bible, Classic Edition (AMPC)
33 I have told you these things, so that in Me you may have [perfect] peace andconfidence. In the world you have tribulationand trials and distress and frustration; but be of good cheer [take courage; be confident, certain, undaunted]! For I have overcome the world. [I have deprived it of power to harm you and have conquered it for you.]