My friend and course mate when I was in school was getting married in Anambra and since I was serving nearby and also coupled with the fact that I loved to travel I decided to attend the wedding. I also had this funny notion that I will meet some better billionaire bachelors there (Since many of them were from there or so I heard) LOL!!! Just Kidding.
Anyway on the day I got to the village I had to visit a bank desperately so I saw a bike man who offered to take me to Nnewi. On getting there I took his number so that he could pick me afterwards and he took mine too. Afterwards I tried calling the bikeman but he was too far away so I decided to take another bike. The following conversation took place:
Me: Am going to Awka Etiti, do you know the place?
5 minutes later(After asking for my name)
Bikeman: Ehm am not actually a bikeman
Me: Ehen so what were you doing on the bike?
Bikeman: I saw you and liked you so I couldn’t let you go, I don’t know the direction to the place so let’s stop and ask people.
Which kind of problem is this I thought. I was so angry and a journey of 15 minutes took 40 minutes. Finally we arrived and when I brought out money to pay him he said he didn’t want my money. I politely refused and left. (Chai upon all my packaging).
The wedding went well even though I didn’t get to meet any of the billionaire bachelors. On getting to my base the first bikeman called me, the one that I took me to the bank. Did I forget to mention that he looked really old(like 50 ish)
Bikeman: Kee ebe ino
Me: Who is this?
Bikeman: Amos from anambra
Me: Huh! What’s up?
Bikeman: Baby Girl I like you and I would like to see you.
Bikeman: Am serious
Me: Ok if you want to see me send me flight money.
Phone goes dead.
Needless to say that was the last time I heard from him. Igbo guys are really confident o, nawa. When I went to church I rebuked every foul spirit making the bike men to call me.
That was my wedding experience.