Unending Disappointment

 It was a few days after the Lockdown. Michael Olúwafẹ́mi AJÍṢAFẸ́ was among the few people that didn't die of starvation induced by the Lockdown. If not for Garri, I don't know if I'd have been alive to this day. Garri became sweeter than the Jollof Rice then. When my sugar finished, I couldn't just do away with Garri still. 

Ah, e no go better for the Lockdown!

My friend in the USA sent me some dollars via RIA. I was so happy cos the Benjamin notes meant that I'll be rich in thousands of Naira.

So I trekked from my residence at Ladi-Lak, Bariga to Diya street at Ifako Gbagada. Having borrowed some amount of money from a retailer in my street, I branched at Home Affairs Supermarket to buy groceries; I needed to flush out the Garri that I'd over-consumed. 

After all, I'd collect Dollars that Ganiyu would help me convert to Naira.

After my shopping, I majestically headed to First Bank to process my Dollars. 

At the bank's entrance, the security personnel checked my temperature, and he said that it was close to 40°C.

I was like; "And so? Abeg, let me go and cash my Dollar notes jàre."

But this man declined to allow my entrance!

He asserted that high temperature is a symptom of COVID-19.

Ugh! This Officer was forming to be a Health Worker, diagnosing me with the crown virus.

How could I have contracted it? Me that my bed got tired of me, and it was oozing back to me, my odor!

I told the man; "Oga, allow me in. I no get coronavirus."

But he won't budge. He asked me to go home.

"Go home to do what? To die of hunger?"

I immediately turned to a hoodlum. I shouted and shouted, I was ready to cause trouble, but I couldn't gain access to the banking hall still.

Eventually, a sister who knew me from my university days saw me. She's a banker now.

She begged me to calm down.

She suggested that my body temperature could have risen as a result of my prolonged stay under the Sun, coupled with my stress.

I shall calm down there o.

After a while, like magic, my body temperature became normal.

I was happy, I happily rushed inside the banking Hall. I was eagerly expecting to cash out, only for the Teller to break the news to me that the sender of the money made a mistake using my last name as first.

I didn't know how I didn't die that day!

©️ FERT, 2021