Body, cannot be said to be the same as Firewood....in popular lingo - body no be firewood! These days, the temperature of my tiredness is always very hot hot!!! May be its the fact that I wake up before I'm asleep. Or morning continuously ambushes night and never lets night finish telling its story before hollering 'that's a wrap!!!!'.
So I managed to find the road a bit free the other day but alas, my tyres held a general meeting and decided - WE SHALL FRUSTRATE HER!!!! MUHAHAHAHA (that's their super villain laughter). Brethren, over an hour was spent fixing the evil tyres.
An hour you say? Yes o! because the vulcanizer deemed it righteous and just to periodically abandon my car and attend to the tyres of other cars who needed a quick pump. I should have given him a piece of my mind right? Initially, when I realised what he was doing, with all the tired anger I could muster, I marched from the side of the wall which was blocking my view of the car the silly 'canizer dumped my tyres to service. As I stormed around the bend, the glorious sight of the car that hit my eyes caused me to break into a smile and say 'Welcome sir! Is it your tyre? (turning to the 'canizer) Ahn ahn, ogbeni plix, attend to him fast. Thank you sir. Well done sir. We'll see some other time'. Lol! Don't blame me the car was darned handsome (kindly note I said the CAR...lol).
When the goose of a 'canizer dumped me once more to attend to a very shiny jeep, I strolled slowly to the car and said to the driver (a round man with 7months pregnancy size of stomach), 'oga he who does not drive a jeep today, will drive a jeep tomorrow o! why did you hi-jack the vulcanizer from me; because I'm not driving a jeep abi?!'.
Eventually, the 'canizer finished my work and I carried myself off thankfully. I wondered to myself why the vulcanizer gauged me as lesser than the other car owners. Was it because of my old motor car (even though the repairs I did cost far more than the meager N100 pumping of tyres the other shiny cars did)? Was it because I'm a woman and they were all men? Or as it because I was speaking queens English and not Pidgin English (telling him to 'hurry along now!' and not 'oga kia kia jor!')?
The truth is, all fingers are not equal but no finger can boast of being more important than the other (if in doubt please chop off the finger u consider most insignificant on your hand and send me a message of how well you're coping without it). As usual, it Just My Take!