The Meeting! (Cont'd)
May 24, 2013 at 3:57pm
Tola
and Bayo, had no engagements in school and had been very sad to leave
their siblings at home. But they were comforted by the fact that Akure
was a new place to explore. So they were the first to jump into the car,
after church, on sunday morning, after chatting with and consoling
their despondent siblings and promising to bring them news and possible
mementoes from the ancient city of Idanre, where their parents had said
they would spend a whole day.
''Bye bye big bros and baby sis,'' said Tola.
''I have told you I am not a baby again, I'm now a big girl.'' Protested Tunrayo.
''Bye bye mum, bye bye dad. Tola and Bayo, take care!'' chorused the two left alones as the car eased onto the main road out of the gate.
Tunrayo had tears in her eyes.
Dejo disliked having Mike drive his family anywhere outside Lagos. The driver, he had said, had a penchant for driving carelessly. So on this trip of the family holiday, as the previous ones, Mike was to take a week off work and resume the following week. But he will take Dayo and Tunrayo to their places of engagements with the family's other car, a Mercedes Benz 230.
The glasses of the car were all rolled up as the air conditioner hums noiselessly. Kirk Franklin was singing 'Revolution' at a medium volume from the car's stereo. The children were sitting and chatting away animatedly at the back. Their mother was in her usual place, the front of the car, with her husband.
They were travelling on the ever busy Lagos Ibadan expressway notorious for its overspeeding, rickety, fuel carrying tankers with insolent drivers and long vehicles carrying various things ranging from cement to unguarded and heavy containers.
They were on a road reknowned for its life claiming abilities!
(to be cont'd)
''Bye bye big bros and baby sis,'' said Tola.
''I have told you I am not a baby again, I'm now a big girl.'' Protested Tunrayo.
''Bye bye mum, bye bye dad. Tola and Bayo, take care!'' chorused the two left alones as the car eased onto the main road out of the gate.
Tunrayo had tears in her eyes.
Dejo disliked having Mike drive his family anywhere outside Lagos. The driver, he had said, had a penchant for driving carelessly. So on this trip of the family holiday, as the previous ones, Mike was to take a week off work and resume the following week. But he will take Dayo and Tunrayo to their places of engagements with the family's other car, a Mercedes Benz 230.
The glasses of the car were all rolled up as the air conditioner hums noiselessly. Kirk Franklin was singing 'Revolution' at a medium volume from the car's stereo. The children were sitting and chatting away animatedly at the back. Their mother was in her usual place, the front of the car, with her husband.
They were travelling on the ever busy Lagos Ibadan expressway notorious for its overspeeding, rickety, fuel carrying tankers with insolent drivers and long vehicles carrying various things ranging from cement to unguarded and heavy containers.
They were on a road reknowned for its life claiming abilities!
(to be cont'd)
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