I went to the bank to do something and on my way, the little change I had was exhausted as I tipped a handful of officers on the road.
Hence, I was running out of cash and decided I wasn’t going to give anyone money till I got back home.
As I was driving into the bank, the gatemen seemed to hear my thoughts. They greeted me so warmly that I became shy.
Nevertheless, I had resolved not to give anyone shishi: thanks to the fact I even had no cash with me.
Meanwhile, the hail was too much, and even those in the corridor of the bank were staring at me. In order not to lose my steeze, I had to come up with something really fast.
I lied to the gatemen that I was a mechanic on an errand for my boss. Thanks to the knicker I was putting on, they believed me straight-up.
Even those under the canopy at the bank’s ‘waiting center’ seemed to have believed me, especially due to my small stature.
I released a deep sigh of relief and went inside!
In less than 40mins I was done and walked out of the bank only to meet some persons pacing around my car.
It turned out that they bashed my back bumper while trying to reverse and leave the bank, so the gatemen held them until I came out.
Looking at how terrible the damage was, I didn’t know when I screamed “Oh my God! What is this? I just bought this car recently. This is too bad.”
Right at that moment, I remembered I had told the gatemen I was a mechanic and not the owner of the car, plus some of my eyewitness were still around, under that canopy.
I brainstormed for a moment with my head facing the ground in confusion and said few more words in a bid to clean up the mess I just made.
“What do I tell my boss now? He just bought this car recently.”
As I raised my head, I saw the look of confusion on the faces of the gatemen, the guy who bashed my car, and a few others. My second statement threw them off balance wondering which part of the whole statement was a mistake.
A weird wave of laughter filled my chest but I suppressed it immediately.
Just then, my phone rang and it was my cook.
I knew it was urgent so I picked up and said:
“Omoh, I’ll call you back shortly, please. Someone bashed my car at the bank. I’m coming.”
I ended the call and fidgeted, realizing I used the term “My Car.”
Omoh, shame enveloped me and in my mind I said:
“Oya, oya, una don catch me.”
I forgave the guy who bashed my car and gave the gatemen some cash out of the few I withdrew.
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Moral Lesson: The day you decide to tell small lie, life will decide to show you small shege. The day you decide to tell the truth life will still show you shege. Welcome to reality my friend, and get used to it.
This is a hilarious and relatable story about the consequences of telling a small lie. Using Nigerian Pidgin English and cultural references adds to the humor and authenticity of the story.
The moral of the story is clear: honesty is always the best policy, even if it’s difficult or uncomfortable. Telling lies can lead to unexpected complications and embarrassment, as the author experienced.
The story also highlights the importance of being mindful of our words and actions, as they can come back to haunt us. The author’s quick thinking and attempts to cover up their lie only led to more confusion and embarrassment.
Overall, this is a lighthearted and entertaining story with a valuable lesson about honesty and integrity.
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