JOS! The tin city! The home of peace and tourism! Ah, yes this is where most of the next chronicles will be concentrated on, that was why I had to skim through my childhood because this is where the juicy stuffs come in. Did I just see one or two folks give up a devilish smile?
I recall clearly when I had to make my trip to Jos, I was a lanky teenager in 1999 years who had never actually embarked on such a journey alone, but hey, times had changed and I didn’t have the luxury of being driven to Jos by either my dad or a personal driver because all those perks were gone with the wind. But even at that, I was sort of thrilled about making the journey. In some sort of odd way, it made me have this feeling of finally getting to be an independent individual but now I can see how stupid such a thought was.
I packed all my belongings into a bashed out Ghana-must-go bag which had seen the best of times, got a taxi to get me to Unguwa-uku motor park located along the Naibawa road axis in Kano state, boarded a rickety bus driven by a kolanut chewing aboki with tinted eyes apparently from smoking too much cigarettes and so it was I began my sojourn to JOS.
The trip took a little less than 4 hours because then the Kaduna to Jos road was nothing to write home about. The potholes were so large they could swallow up a whale but I am sure the road must have undergone repairs. One thing that remains constant about any first time visitor to Jos is the change in weather conditions, it hits you just when you didn’t care to notice that the cold is something else. As soon as you get into the Plateau you can feel it biting in, especially if you came in during the December period.
As for me, I wasn’t totally unused to the thrill of the chills so I got down from the bus at the Terminus round about located in the city centre and started searching left and right for the next bus to get me down to Bukuru Town situated in Jos south local government but na here wahala come start
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All of a sudden it started to rain!! Yes o, as in serious rain, but maybe it was coincidence or destiny or bad luck, all of a sudden a car pulled over by my side, dark tinted windows, wound down, with a mature man probably in his early 40s who beckoned to me to come jump in his car quickly!?
Within a split second while still standing in the rain, being drenched as if I was being punished for leaving the warm climate of Kano state, I had to weigh my options; do I stay in the rain and hope it stops miraculously or do I follow OGA BOSS whom I don’t know from adam? If you were the one, what would choice would you have made?...lol… I’ll give you the gist when next I put out my next chronicle, until then don’t be scared. I SHA DIDN’T DIE, ABI NO BE ME STILL LIVE TO TYPE UNA THE STORY!...
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