Ella-ella-eh-eh-eh
Went to school today. Rained the whole journey through. Somewhere along the line Fantastic Voyage by Coolio became the soundtrack of the ride. Before we could actually go to school, we being my sis and I, we had to stop over at a bank and pay all the blo’y fees we could think of. Lucky for her my mind wouldn’t let me rest until I brought my file along. Just so happens we needed a few account numbers that were safely found therein.
Anyway, nobody cares and that aint the point.
For those who have been to a bank in Naija recently, some have these tube-like sliding doors that transport you to the pristine center of money changing, be it zenith or UBA. Well, these machines, turning doors if you will, seem to dislike me a lot. I mean I had keys in my hand, phones and a hard drive in my bag. - I wasn’t recently briefed on tube door etiquette. Nobody told me I was required to lock my bag in a very safe (scoff) looking box outside the bank premises. So after about the 3rd try – and a throughout explanation of tube door procedure, I ran in the increasingly falling rain, dropped my bag in a car and emerged into the bank victorious. –with out the account numbers. Sigh and repeat. By now my 20’s hair bump is slightly damp and more than a little lopsided - only to enter without a pen.
Big deal, no pen, I cop one, do the deeds required and come outside to torrential rains. Okay, just cats and dogs, but feel me on this one, no umbrella.
So, hmm, my rides’ picking me up @ WEMA, my sisters’ @ WEMA, Einstein would’ve advised me to move along, so I mosey, dodge crazed glances, rain puddles and cars, head bent, plowing straight for a dry cushioned stool marked with a Bee beside my sister – and some of the people huddled in their hiding places, safe from the falling rain, start chanting… “Umbrella, Umbrella”. I kid you not. The key was off but never–the–less, I stole an umbrella from a passerby and broke into my best Good Girl Gone Bad dance, amid the pouring rain….COME ON!!!!
I hopped over a puddle, dashed up the steps and waited, patiently for my ride amidst WEMA security...Hello!
Anyway, nobody cares and that aint the point.
For those who have been to a bank in Naija recently, some have these tube-like sliding doors that transport you to the pristine center of money changing, be it zenith or UBA. Well, these machines, turning doors if you will, seem to dislike me a lot. I mean I had keys in my hand, phones and a hard drive in my bag. - I wasn’t recently briefed on tube door etiquette. Nobody told me I was required to lock my bag in a very safe (scoff) looking box outside the bank premises. So after about the 3rd try – and a throughout explanation of tube door procedure, I ran in the increasingly falling rain, dropped my bag in a car and emerged into the bank victorious. –with out the account numbers. Sigh and repeat. By now my 20’s hair bump is slightly damp and more than a little lopsided - only to enter without a pen.
Big deal, no pen, I cop one, do the deeds required and come outside to torrential rains. Okay, just cats and dogs, but feel me on this one, no umbrella.
So, hmm, my rides’ picking me up @ WEMA, my sisters’ @ WEMA, Einstein would’ve advised me to move along, so I mosey, dodge crazed glances, rain puddles and cars, head bent, plowing straight for a dry cushioned stool marked with a Bee beside my sister – and some of the people huddled in their hiding places, safe from the falling rain, start chanting… “Umbrella, Umbrella”. I kid you not. The key was off but never–the–less, I stole an umbrella from a passerby and broke into my best Good Girl Gone Bad dance, amid the pouring rain….COME ON!!!!
I hopped over a puddle, dashed up the steps and waited, patiently for my ride amidst WEMA security...Hello!
Comments
mosey on thru that rain like a champ girl...then stop... Good Girl Gone Bad dance time...lol
And were you talking about a revolving door?
well glad you beat the rain, eventually..that sure was a day and a half
I'll add you to my link of fav bloggers list, so I won't forget to stop on by in the future..
Do you remember me telling you, that I loved you name?
Lol at the 'ela' session.
nice post.
nice blog.
Men it annoys me to bits!
These days i dont even bother... i just jejely drop m bag in that their cupboard and go in.
The guys at Zenith bank(my branch) know me now...when i come they just say "madam no worry, enter"