My Thursday ordeal

Tired, hungry, exhausted and used up, the sun was setting and it was certainly unavoidable now, the headache persisted and i just wanted rest but the journey back home was still about ninety minutes. I joined the queue, got a ticket, and I hoped for a pleasant and at least peaceful ride. I Got on the bus and i searched frantically for a comfortable seat, one that would at least keep me away from the sun. There was a quick jolt from my back, causing disruption in the queue behind,  I realised the "market women" were at it again, the queue had been scattered, and in an instance there was the begining of an endless war of words between the women, they made references to their personage, backgrounds, parents, lifestyle...and so on. They hurled insults of different degrees, colours and calibre at each other. Hmmm, So much for a peaceful ride that i had envisaged. This wasn't one of the usual small commercial buses, or the the shabilly constructed currugated metal carriers "molue" that transported these "market women" so why wont they let's have some quiet. Thank God my phone still had enough battery and i could therefore listen to some soft, slow music. The long standing traffic made the journey even worse, and gradually the women lost words. Sitting next to me, was another one of these women who constantly picked out oranges from her bag, and devoured them agressively, as if they were not hers and of course in irritation and anger i tried to look away.
In the quiet moments, there came this very loud, fat woman again from the rear, and now what? there she goes, "my brothers and sisters, this is my first time of ever having to beg for money in my life....bla bla bla" and her story begins, she told a story of how she hasn't menstruated for nine years and how she needed to undergo an operation, and then indulging fellow passengers, she pleaded for pity and begged for alms. Surprisingly, i wasn't sure what the case was, but with a sharp turn in the tune of the voice, she began cursing everyone who hadnt responded to her plea, perhaps she had not gathered as much as she anticipated, perhaps she felt she wasnt getting enough pity, or perhaps she was never supposed to have been pitied. Now in awe and disgust i watched as people began to reproach her conduct, the bus would halt in a few minutes and again i thought of how much i longed for some quiet...This would only happen in my beloved Nigeria.