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Brain Surgery on the Highway and Other Manic Expressions - Rotimi Ogunjobi
Brain Surgery on the Highway
&
Other Manic Expressions
Rotimi Ogunjobi
About the Author
Rotimi ‘Timi’ Ogunjobi is publisher of both The Redbridge Review and Lagos Literary and Arts Journal. His many published books include non-fiction, novels, short story collections, plays and poetry.
He is a software engineer, technical author and President of Cognisci ISTD Foundation, an IT development NGO.
Web site: http://www.rotimiogunjobi.me.uk
Lagos Literary and Arts Journal Imprint
© 2010 Rotimi Ogunjobi
Acknowledgements
Brain Surgery on the Highway was previously published in Queens Quarterly (2002).
Road Rage is included in the New Stories from Nigeria Anthology (CCCP 2009).
Sucker was first published by Handheld Crime (2000).
A Stand in the Gap was a runner-up in an Association of Nigeria Authors literary competition in 1998.
Contents
TELAESTESIA
THE CALLING OF BROTHER DANIEL
A STAND IN THE GAP
BRAIN SURGERY ON THE HIGHWAY
ROAD RAGE
MANIC EXPRESSIONS
A DINNER DIVINE
MADMEN IN BRIXTON
JUST DESSERT
SUCKER
DEATH ROW
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Author’s Note:
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to places, events and persons, in the past, present or future exist only in your own mind; not mine.
LAGOS
1995 -2001
Author’s Preface:
These stories are from a time when the highways of Lagos were still ruled by dangerously decrepit buses known as the Molue. Times have thankfully changed now and they have been much replaced with vehicles fit for the use of human beings. The lunatics pretending to be traffic policemen have also been properly substituted.
TELAESTESIA
My shit is heavy.
Emeka was feeling so very excited. He had no idea how it had occurred, but there it was. He’d woken up that very morning to find out that he could read people’s mind. Not only could he listen into what people were thinking; he could also rummage into their past, and see far into their future. And that to Emeka was all so very cool.
Emeka was excited at the new opportunities that this situation had suddenly made possible. Fact was that he had gone to sleep just the previous day, unemployed and hopeless, but had woken up with the whole world in his hands. With this newly acquired supernatural power, the opportunities now abounded to become extremely rich. He could take a shot at becoming a business advisor, or a sure-fire stock market investment advisor, a gambler’s sidekick, or a professional fortune teller. The opportunities had indeed become limitless. However, Emeka realised that he needed to be more careful. If for example, the police learnt of this new power of his, he would be ceaselessly consulted to find criminals and missing things; and that certainly would not go down well with the persons of the underworld. It would indeed be a quick way to an early grave. Therefore Emeka thought it very wise to keep it all to himself as much as possible. It was quite a fantastic thing that had happened to him, but there was no point in allowing it all to make his life more complicated than it presently was.
At the moment, he was in a bus. He was in a big crowded Lagos Molue bus - a mental eavesdropper’s paradise. And the bus was filled with an assortment of people; some of whom you already know, most of whom you wouldn’t wish to know. There was a whole gallimaufry of characters: the good, the mad and the hungry. More worrying to Emeka however was that he could also feel a great deal of ghostly presence - emotions so heavy that they have been unable to disembark with their progenitors. He could actually see them as if they were real and solid. The confident repose of these congealed apparitions made Emeka uneasy. They jostled with one another for sitting space, and the entire bus was saturated with their countenances. Nevertheless, Emeka resolved to have a delightful time reading the thoughts of the many human passengers; and they were so lyrical.
‘Please pocket your bad temperament. No fighting. Hold your correct change. And dress well for the passenger beside you in this bus.’ So declared an informatory sticker sign placed in several locations inside the bus. Emeka sat back to enjoy what promised to be a very interesting adventure. Anything could happen on a Lagos Molue bus. You could get cured, get robbed, or get saved. A forced marriage was at this time in progress
‘I want my bloody change,’ a bellicose passenger was screaming at the half-naked bus conductor.
‘I don’t have any change to give you,’ replied the other with equal aggression.
‘Don’t mess with me, you bloody crook. I want my change.’
‘You must have been blind not to see the sign. Enter with your correct change - that is what it says,’ the conductor rudely educated.
‘Of course I can read, but it takes a prize idiot to put such a notice inside a bus. Tell me, how is anybody supposed to be able to read your stupid sign before entering your stupid bus? Tell me, you drug head.’
But the conductor roughly elbowed his way along the crowded aisle. He had more urgent business to pursue - such as seeking another fool needing change, so that he could join both together at the end of the trip to go away and find a solution to the bothersome change problem.
Emeka reflected philosophically on how this analogised real marriages - two people wanting change. And so they become wedded together by a catalysing event or entity; after which they spent time seeking means of resorting the change issue, so that each could afterward depart their separate ways.
My shit is heavy.
Nearer the back of the bus stood Bobo - the original Lagos dude. Bobo wore Hillier, Gucci, Rolex, Ray Bans, Versace and even designer underwear; but wouldn’t be caught dead pissing in a proper toilet. Bobo believed in a life of excitement - sanitation police to watch out for while painting a wall with urine, the chance of a good brawl to spice up the day, booze, girls, and parties forever. Amen.
Bobo was also smart enough never to board a Molue bus at a major terminus, and never when the bus is standing. As every intelligent person knew, to avoid paying the fare, you always boarded at one of the million random stop along the route, then you can at the worst engage in an argument with the conductor over how many times one is required to pay the fare. Now, this is Lagos. And the most important lesson to learn was never to part with money or anything for that matter without a fuss. Slip up on this, and all sort of people queue daily at your doorstep to use you as practice to gain self-confidence for the day. And Bobo was no fool. He’s a street-smart dude. Bobo greeted the red-eyed conductor with a cold blank stare.
‘Your money?’ the conductor demanded with a hand aggressively outstretched.
The silent eyeballing usually worked. But Bobo decided on this occasion not to push his luck too far. He reached into his pocket and found air. Seized by panic, he frantically searched all his other pockets to no avail. He had been robbed of his wallet.
The conductor was not impressed. He had of course seen better tricks than this and no chicanery was beyond his comprehension. The conductor was a street hoodlum on a sabbatical; a graduate of Hazard University, with a first class degree in Aggression. And at the end of the trip, Bobo was going to get one foot of his new Nike shoes confiscated by the bus conductor as punishment for having the audacity to attempt a free ride on his bus. Judgment day for Bobo. But no, this particular thinking was not coming from Bobo, Emeka decided.
My shit is heavy.
Dede Kwango was a security guard, and he was returning home from night shift duty. Still dressed up in his uniform, he was sprawled all over his immediate co-passenger, his brain pickled in gin. With eight children and an evil salary, Dede Kwango constantly strived to purge his consciousness of the rag-clad children moving towards certain kwashiorkor. The gin made everything possible.
‘Congratulations, Mr. Kwango, your wife has just given birth to twin daughters,’ the hospital nurse had cheerfully told him the previous afternoon.
‘Thank you very much,’ Dede Kwango had nervously stammered.
Indeed Dede Kwango had not known whether to weep or to be happy. Thank God however for the booze. It made the news easy to bear. The news had shrunk him all the way down to his testicles, and his spine felt like a rubber pole. Indeed it felt as if he had been kept erect only by his heavily starched uniform. But thank God also for the booze. Again newly fortified at a roadside liquor kiosk, he felt a lot better and in a different world where he was in better control - a world in which hard perspectives, hard realities evaporate into a fuzzy cloud. Here in the spirit world invincibility was taken for granted, because common sense and all pertaining to it had no place to stand and so were forever vanquished. All which remained were illusions, and they couldn’t hurt because they were not real. The booze always settled his problems.
He was feeling a lot more