By Victor Kwame Sampong
I didn't plan to go out on Saturday. At least, not until evening, but a very important client woke me up from sleep saying it was urgent I got to his house right away.
I quickly dashed to the bathroom, had a quick bath and got dressed, then left for his place. In no time, he came out with one of his boys and his young pretty niece living with him. As I sighted them, I knew instantly that something was up.
Uduak narrated the reason why I was summoned that early in the morning. His niece had gone out the previous day to work, but failed to return home. She came back home the following day with the excuse that there was too much to do at work and her phone was down, hence the reason why she couldn't inform him of her inability to return, as it was already too late to do so.
The niece was a nurse, and Uduak didn't buy her story, so he decided to take her to her place of work for verification.
According to her, she was at the house of a patient that needed extra care. They had called me to drive them to the house of this patient.
Based on her directions, we drove to the house. But fortunately for her, the building was empty as it seem the occupants had all gone out for their daily businesses. My client was disappointed and asked that we return home. We dropped the girl back at home, while we headed for his office. It was on the road he asked for my opinion.
“What do you think of this whole thing,” He asked me.
“Do you really think she was at work or she went somewhere else?”
I told him point blank sey the girl go knack, but she didn't know how to tell him. Her story did not add up. She was a thick chic, with curves at the right places, that would make any man's head turn. {I told him point blank that she went to have sex}
His boy behind added salt to injury by saying the boyfriend might be going to the village and so needed one last dance for the road.
Uduak don begin para with the postulations from us. He asked me to turn back make him go buy cane to flog the girl. {He immediately got angry and wanted us to turn back so he can buy some whips to flog the girl}
I refused and advised him against taking such action, but to call the girl and talk to her like his sibling, make her trust him because beating her might end up strengthening her resolve, and that would be counter productive.
We got to his office, I got paid and bade him farewell!
THINGS WE DO FOR FUEL
As the year wound to a close, the fuel scarcity hit us harder. Filling stations were capitalizing on the situation to milk everyone with prices soaring as high as N350 per litre within Port Harcourt. The NNPC outlets that tried to sell at lower rates had queues as long as the Mississippi.
I already had a full tank from the one I managed to buy at N280 per litre from one of the NNPC points around Mercyland Junction at East West Road. But by night fall, it was going down faster than the Naira and I needed to refill. But I couldn't stand the queues, plus I could not bring myself to buy at N300 or more per litre.
In one of our groups, a driver dropped a hint; he just saw a fuel tanker driving into Matrix Fuel Station, just by the Rupuokwu Market Square Junction. But upon enquiries, they said they would sell from the next day. As a result, he's going to queue up there from midnight till when they open by 8am. Fuel there goes for N210 per litre. Sounds like a nice plan, considering the difference in prices elsewhere.
Many of us in the group signed up. By midnight, people started dropping updates of their presence there. I was monitoring the group for updates, while still working that night. The surge on January 1st was the highest I'd witnessed thus far. It went as high as 2.4, which made it difficult for me to stop work.
It was around 3am I decided to draw the curtains on work that day, from about 6pm that I hit the road. I went back home to get a few items I might need to make my stay outside more comfortable. A loaf of bread with butter, plate of pepper soup, and asked a colleague to get me Coca cola and bottled water on his way there. By the time I got there at about 3:30am, I was the 23rd person on the queue.
The line kept increasing gradually as we kept watch by having small discussions here and there. I went into my car at 5am to rest a bit, only to wake up at 7:45am to a very crowded place. Worse of it, two cars had driven in front of me, due to the space created as a result of the cars moving forward a bit to get closer to the gate. See fuck up na.
Anyway, the station started dispensing fuel at after 9am. When it got to my turn, that's when I heard that they sell just 30 litres to cars. But if you want more or to fill up your tank, a fee of N500 must be paid for the extra services. Very ridiculous. But others were complying. Ghanaman won't be the odd one out; not after spending the cold night in my car outside. I paid, got filled up and went back home to sleep for the rest of the day, waiting for the surge to return at night for me to cash out!
I didn't plan to go out on Saturday. At least, not until evening, but a very important client woke me up from sleep saying it was urgent I got to his house right away.
I quickly dashed to the bathroom, had a quick bath and got dressed, then left for his place. In no time, he came out with one of his boys and his young pretty niece living with him. As I sighted them, I knew instantly that something was up.
Uduak narrated the reason why I was summoned that early in the morning. His niece had gone out the previous day to work, but failed to return home. She came back home the following day with the excuse that there was too much to do at work and her phone was down, hence the reason why she couldn't inform him of her inability to return, as it was already too late to do so.
The niece was a nurse, and Uduak didn't buy her story, so he decided to take her to her place of work for verification.
According to her, she was at the house of a patient that needed extra care. They had called me to drive them to the house of this patient.
Based on her directions, we drove to the house. But fortunately for her, the building was empty as it seem the occupants had all gone out for their daily businesses. My client was disappointed and asked that we return home. We dropped the girl back at home, while we headed for his office. It was on the road he asked for my opinion.
“What do you think of this whole thing,” He asked me.
“Do you really think she was at work or she went somewhere else?”
I told him point blank sey the girl go knack, but she didn't know how to tell him. Her story did not add up. She was a thick chic, with curves at the right places, that would make any man's head turn. {I told him point blank that she went to have sex}
His boy behind added salt to injury by saying the boyfriend might be going to the village and so needed one last dance for the road.
Uduak don begin para with the postulations from us. He asked me to turn back make him go buy cane to flog the girl. {He immediately got angry and wanted us to turn back so he can buy some whips to flog the girl}
I refused and advised him against taking such action, but to call the girl and talk to her like his sibling, make her trust him because beating her might end up strengthening her resolve, and that would be counter productive.
We got to his office, I got paid and bade him farewell!
THINGS WE DO FOR FUEL
As the year wound to a close, the fuel scarcity hit us harder. Filling stations were capitalizing on the situation to milk everyone with prices soaring as high as N350 per litre within Port Harcourt. The NNPC outlets that tried to sell at lower rates had queues as long as the Mississippi.
I already had a full tank from the one I managed to buy at N280 per litre from one of the NNPC points around Mercyland Junction at East West Road. But by night fall, it was going down faster than the Naira and I needed to refill. But I couldn't stand the queues, plus I could not bring myself to buy at N300 or more per litre.
In one of our groups, a driver dropped a hint; he just saw a fuel tanker driving into Matrix Fuel Station, just by the Rupuokwu Market Square Junction. But upon enquiries, they said they would sell from the next day. As a result, he's going to queue up there from midnight till when they open by 8am. Fuel there goes for N210 per litre. Sounds like a nice plan, considering the difference in prices elsewhere.
Many of us in the group signed up. By midnight, people started dropping updates of their presence there. I was monitoring the group for updates, while still working that night. The surge on January 1st was the highest I'd witnessed thus far. It went as high as 2.4, which made it difficult for me to stop work.
It was around 3am I decided to draw the curtains on work that day, from about 6pm that I hit the road. I went back home to get a few items I might need to make my stay outside more comfortable. A loaf of bread with butter, plate of pepper soup, and asked a colleague to get me Coca cola and bottled water on his way there. By the time I got there at about 3:30am, I was the 23rd person on the queue.
The line kept increasing gradually as we kept watch by having small discussions here and there. I went into my car at 5am to rest a bit, only to wake up at 7:45am to a very crowded place. Worse of it, two cars had driven in front of me, due to the space created as a result of the cars moving forward a bit to get closer to the gate. See fuck up na.
Anyway, the station started dispensing fuel at after 9am. When it got to my turn, that's when I heard that they sell just 30 litres to cars. But if you want more or to fill up your tank, a fee of N500 must be paid for the extra services. Very ridiculous. But others were complying. Ghanaman won't be the odd one out; not after spending the cold night in my car outside. I paid, got filled up and went back home to sleep for the rest of the day, waiting for the surge to return at night for me to cash out!
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