I think We Are Nice; Not To Ourselves But Others

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11:55am
Monday Morning.

I entered a banking hall. Filled to the capacity, and the banking hall air conditioners, gave way for oozing body odours emanating from customers that have stood enough to win special prize for standing. Bank officials appeared helpless, they complained about lost of network signal. One woman, a pregnant woman sat on the only seat that's made available for customers. 

Then from the entrance to the banking hall I heard: "Good morning sir, welcome to ABC Bank." It sounded like that shout that one do hear from the prayer warriors of these special vigils.
And then the atmosphere changed, every tired customer brimmed with excitement, two of the bank officials rushed to greet the arrival of the important guest. Both customers and the bank staff were happy, we were happy to have an "Oyinbo" (White man) in our midst.

A young, slim but well endowed with big hips, ebony black, tall, beautiful lady volunteered to fan "Oyinbo," so that he might not sweat so much like a freezed bottle of liquor released to a hot environment. The pregnant customer stood up from the cushioned chair, calling on 'Oyinbo' to rest his tired body while he seat.

Miraculously, Internet signal came back strong, bouncing like a well fed toddler. He was the first to be attended to, customers gave way for 'Oyinbo,' and three members of the bank staff attended to him all at once. Oyinbo must not suffer, we smiled while he got the necessary attentions he needed.

Within minutes, 'Oyinbo' was through with his banking transaction. I waved him a goodbye, as he exited the banking hall.

We were all happy about our humanity towards 'Oyinbo.' 

I was able to finish my transaction after spending more than two hours at the banking hall; no thanks to fluctuating internet signal, poor bank staff attitudes and then customer crowd that were not ready to corporate with orderliness.

The better part of my day was spent at the bank. Almost a wasted day it was.

© FERT, 2016

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