“Yes, I am
ready” I said to Bisi.
Bisi drummed
her fingers on the steering wheel.
It was a
searing afternoon and the temperature outside was close to 50 degrees.
We were both
volunteers at the library on that day and I had hitched a ride home with Bisi,
my lovely and loving Nigerian friend.
The front seat was busy so Bisi told me to get
into the back seat for the short ride.
“Ok, let’s
go” I told her while settling my bag of books on my lap.
Bisi opened
the windows to let out the heat trapped inside the vehicle. Then she adjusted
her sunglasses and looked out of the window.
“Ahem, are
you waiting for someone?” I asked.
“Yes, for
you” she said.
“For me?” I
asked.
“Yes, you
haven’t put your seatbelt on” she pointed out.
“I am in the
backseat and we are going just a short distance” I said.
“Do you
think that in the case of an accident people in the backseat don’t die?” she
asked.
