The rain began to pour again late Saturday afternoon, just then I recalled the downpour on Tuesday and its attending drama!
In the bid to avoid being beat by the rain that faithful evening at Ojodu Berger (it was already drizzling), a friend and I unknowingly scurried into a tricycle that had no form of covering on either sides of his cycle! We couldn’t alight, we only prayed that the rain would be merciful.
Instead, it became a downpour 😭. In no time, I was half wet. Just then we thought to improvise by using umbrellas on the sides. It worked fair enough.
We (passengers) were still reflecting on the rain when the driver mouthed
“E don tey wey this rain wan fall, dem just dey ol am”
Who dey hold am? My friend retorted
“You be learner? You no know say dem dey ol rain?”
“Abeg, na because God never ready to let rain fall na im…” continued my friend.
“If to say you be from East now, you go know. In the east, if you wan do burial, if you no go settle people wey dey ol rain or anything canopy, rain go over fall ehn, water go full everywhere, even the hole wey dem dig for the coffin sef…”
I was amazed! If what he said is true, then we have a long way to go in this part of the world! Abi ki la o ti se’yi si o?🤷🏽♀️
Mind you, he is an Igbo blood!!!
Then I got the shock of life! Fagba down Iju road was air dry😱 and so I thought, how do you even explain being half drenched to those living in that area? I’m sure this has happened to some of you before!
September is almost over, when is the rain going to stop e🙄?