KASHAMADUPE: The Down, Rough and Dirty! 😟😔

OJOTA!!! I thought that was the end of it. 

Nay, my troublesome solo ride was just about to become a team ride.

As I got to Ojota, my previously white shirt was now brownish-white and my blue and white striped shorts, was looking as dull as Kepa's gloves. The white parts of my Vans kicks were not left out. And, my face was all sweaty.

Man's not hot ke? This man was hot 😓 😅 🔥 

THE SEARCH

As if all I have faced were not enough, I resumed to another search for where Ile-Ife buses and cars were parked. I kept searching like Timo Werner is searching for a Chelsea goal.

At this point I was looking so rough that if you had seen me, I was looking like a masculine version of Cardi B leaving Offset's house.

Finally, I found Ile-Ife signal but now, without any bus or car again!😭🙆🏾‍♂️🤦🏽‍♂️

THE WAIT

I had to wait for a bus or preferably a car. This time, I had a few ladies as company. In my own mind, "Osheyy baddest!" 

Well, let's wait and see👀 But from now on, "I" will become "We"

We were told a bus was coming to pick us up and the bus was at Berger. After waiting for minutes, a motor suddenly popped up from nowhere. 

ASIDE: This was a motor, not a car, and, not the bus we were expecting. This motor was under repairs few minutes back. But I thought it had been repaired already. 

Well, we got into the motor so quickly that no one gave anything a thought. Can you blame us?

Quick Fact: Asides the driver and myself, the other passengers were ladies. Once again, Oshey baddest!! Awa fierce!😅😊👌

THE JERKING CAR

As we moved out of the park, and got to the road, this motor started jerking. Yes, you read it right! The motor was jerking like a guy that... (complete it in your dirty minds)

Before we got to Berger, we had stopped the motor twice for repairs. The third time we will stop the motor, the motor just wouldn't move anymore.

At this point, "my wives" and I were frustrated! 😩😠😫 I'll have to skip the escapade that went down at this point. So, for long short, we spent 2 good hours at that spot trying to fix the motor. That meant that, by 1 PM I was still in Lagos. Even though, I left my house by 5AM!

E B Things!

KFC MEAL GONE WRONG!

By the time the motor got repaired and we took off, everyone of us including the driver was tired and famished. 

We had a stop over at KFC before Berger. i went in with one of "my wives" and the driver. I got sth, she got sth and we got sth for the driver even though he had delayed us. (Well, we move!)

Shortly after, we were back on the road, moving to ife, before I made my second mistake of the day.

I got this table water to wash the whole fries down. I am not a fan of Pepsi. I got two of the water; for myself and "my eldest wife"

I took the water too hurriedly to discover it had taste and even smell!😭😿 

It was "my eldest wife" that even alerted me. And it was at this point, I knew I f***ed up!

My stomach was rumbling and unsettled. And the car was acting up. We cannot stop over anymore cos the motor might not start again💔😟😭 I had to keep holding on as we proceeded; plus it was raining heavily also.

THE POTHOLE BATH

When we got to a certain place, the road was flooded, especially the potholes but it was no longer raining. 

I wind down the motor "windows", which was my third mistake of the day. Few minutes after the "windows" went down, a car drove past in high speed and did what?! It splashed water from a pothole right across us and all on my face and already "brownish-white" shirt. I took a bullet for "my wives" even though the water touched them small small. But I took major hit.😌😊

Now at this point, my day completely got ruined. I had to change my shirt in the car to a new one cos my shirt was now ruined! Imagine that!

Well, from there on, we pushed towards Ife and we couldn't stop even at checkpoints cos we were driving a motor not a car! By the time we got to Ife, it was one hell of a trip!

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I have to acknowledge the following special pelzins:

• Mr. Samuel, my badass but calm driver 
• Pastor Mrs. Israel, my eldest wife.
• Fayokemi, my shalaye wife
• Rachel, my Ghanaian wife.
• Olamide, my moneybag wife.
• And last but not the least by all means, I thank you all that read Volume 1 and 2 till this point.

Thanks guys for being a part of my epic adventure from Lagos to Ife.

In all, Kashamadupe!😟😦😔