On getting to the bustop with another friend of mine, we had to wait for a bus to our destination along side a large queue of pple also waiting. Any bus dat comes will be welcomed by a rush of people, and ajebutter like me (shines teeth, Lol), I dislike rushing. Minutes later, a bus stopped infront of us, the pushin started again, and immediately I felt robbed, checked in my side bag, fiam, my phone was gone,
Yekpa. Olee ooo, I screamed, grabbed the woman close to me and demanded for my phone, as a correct yoruba woman she was, she started raining abuses on herself (not me).
The bus wanted to take off, I clung unto it like the conductors do (chai! You needed to see me in action), so the driver had no choice but to stop. People started calling my number but it wasn't going through. "I am telling you that the person who kidnapped my phone entered this bus. I'm very sure of that", I explained again for the 10th time. My screams had already alerted passers-by and they all intervened in the case including a lawyer lady that rather talks too much, lol.
Also, someone had already gone to call the police since the bustop was close to the station. Then my friend entered the bus and demanded to search everyone, the intelligent thief seeing how serious he was on carrying out the search, and hearing that the police have been alerted and they are coming she quickly brought out the phone and claimed she saw it on the floor. Can you imagine? Immediately the bus left, the police arrived, hmmm, if they had caught that girl, she would have been in HOT ogbono soup.
What really baffled me was the swiftness at which my phone was stolen from my bag. It happened before I could even blink. Hmmm, nawa for sharp people oo. I really feared Lagos that day,was shaky all through. Atleast I was lucky enough to have gotten my phone back, right? Do you have any experience with pick-pockets in your area? Let us know in the comment section. Happy New Month and Sunday guyz.