By Oyindamola Thomas
At some point, with stern looks on her face, she sounded a note of warning to a man who sat directly behind her on the last seat. “Please stop making me uncomfortable with your hand coming so close,” she said.
But that was not going to be the last of his try. Next step, he placed his head on the backrest of the seat in front
and tried his luck again without knowing that I had fixed my eyes on the direction of his hand, just as did the other passengers who occupied the last seat
“Let us drag him down and serve him good beating” suggested one of the passengers. “But that could result to another killing from a mob action”, said another passenger.
pull over beside the Federal Palace Hotel. As the man in question was being dragged out of the bus and everyone following, I noticed that there had been a thin slit from something like a razor blade across the lady’s dress. I raised
the alarm immediately and behold when a check was done, a razor blade was found on the floor of the bus right where the man had sat.
Poor lady, her pain was now how to manage herself in a destroyed dress that exposed her underwear. There was
not much that I could do, but to share in her shame and pain. I had to walk down the road with her to link Kofo Abayomi, which was her destination. Ofcourse, the guy found the nearest escape route.
Afterall, he claimed it was ‘the devil’s handiwork’. What do you think?