The Trotro halts harrowingly in the middle of a major street, and a nursing mother hops out. She drops her shrieking suckling on the pavement, and seizes the reptilian driver’s mate by the scruff of his neck. As the callused captive tries to escape her grasp by aiming kung-fu kicks at her nether notch, another woman gathers up the abandoned nestling. Stranger and foundling are soon enveloped by the madding crowd.
Another Trotro has not even come to a serene stop, when a bawling boor tumbles out. His feelings have been injured by the driver’s mate’s stupefying slap. He rolls until he bangs his head on a concrete pylon. He gets up on his feet swiftly, sees the driver’s mate advancing with insane intent in his eyes, and dives towards the nearest rock. The mate beats it to the other side of the minibus, just before the projectile hurtles in.
I tumbled out of one the other time. I tried getting out whilst the driver tried driving on...
ReplyDeleteJeez, NY!
ReplyDeleteWas this in a new film or the everyday surround theatrics on the roads of our much beloved Accra?
Beautifully drawn scene in evocative ways and words. I am fed!
Some tro-tro drivers + their mates really need some whipping.
ReplyDeleteHaha...I like how you paint vivid imagery with your words! Nice! That lady needs to learn to multitask ;bitch-slapping and breastfeeding! It's possible that it is a skill! hehe
ReplyDeleteAhhh trotro rage; sometimes more entertaining than TV!
ReplyDeleteWow, just wow. I'm speechless!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHHAHAHA @ Maxine
My observation is that the trotro drivers and their mates all seem to have come out of the same womb. It wont matter which country you are in.
ReplyDeleteJust catching up with this weeks theme Nana - what is it that makes us so aggressive? The first instinct always seems to be fight not flight. Survival of the fittest I guess.
ReplyDeleteDenise, I think aggression was the last thing to begin to evolve in us (that is from the bestial stage to our present state).
ReplyDeleteI agree with you, Pen Powder. How are you? You are missed!
ReplyDeleteSo was I, Raine, when I witnessed them.
ReplyDeleteTrue, Abena. Except almost always more entertaining than TV (by me).
ReplyDeleteMultitasking, huh, Maxine. Thanks for the kind words too.
ReplyDeleteMore aggression from Edward!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kindness, Posekyere. And I witnessed these two scenes.
ReplyDeleteWhere are your scratches, Nana F-A?
ReplyDeleteAhhh, drivers and their mates, we call them conductors or agberos in naija. Enough aggression. LOL. Nicely painted descriptions. Well done.
ReplyDeleteYou're very kind, Myne. Are the conductors as aggressive in Nigeria? Sractch that. Silly question.
ReplyDeleteDrivers and their mates...thats why I love jets
ReplyDeleteI thought troskis were venues for sitcoms. Sounds like the channel often changes to mixed martial arts.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, the risky life of a mate on the streets of Accra,NY again you show that you handle the English language as the great artists of old wielded their brushes.well done.
ReplyDeleteYou love them, Anon?
ReplyDeleteLol, Mike.
ReplyDeleteOh, Anon, thanks for the high praise.
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