My first encounter with an ‘angel’ was in 2007 when I just got admission into Nnamdi Azikiwe University.
On that particular day, the sun was shining at an all-time high, and many students were standing at the bus stop, but buses were not forthcoming.
Out of the blue, a danfo bus appeared from nowhere and stopped in front of me. The struggle to enter the bus was very tough, but I managed to squeeze myself into it.
As it began to move, I tried to get my phone from my pocket, but it wasn’t there. I checked my bag, and it wasn’t there. I raised an alarm in fear. The worst part of it was that I had turned it off during lectures and forgot to turn it on later.
Everyone on the bus began to look around their seats for my Motorola razor except for one dark-skinned lady seated directly behind me. With pursed lips, she kept moving her head from left to right, and then she tapped me and said, “The man beside you stole your phone”
I acted as though I didn’t hear what she said, but she repeated it.
The man beside me looked like a hardened criminal; he wore a black singlet and had muscles like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Fear gripped my very soul. How was I supposed to challenge him? The last time I fought was in Primary four when a girl gave me a hot slap and three identical stars fell from my eyes.
In my heart, I began to pray in my Awka-etiti dialect, Chukwu nwa Florence, okwo ifu go? Otua ka m yesi Noro onwe m, ekwensu na umu ya ebulu ochuchu na okwun’uka butelum. Doo, bia zoba kwam! (God of Florence’s daughter, have you seen? This is how I will be on my own and devil, and his children will bring troubles to me. Please, come and save me).
Immediately, what looked like a Royal Rumble wrestling competition began. The young man began to dole out heavy blows on the lady. She was dodging the blows and dishing out some as well.
I was in the middle. I didn’t know who to support. What if she was wrong? What if the guy was falsely accused? What if I had mistakenly left my phone somewhere? A thousand questions danced around my mind.
In the middle of the fight, guess what happened? My phone dropped from the young man’s pocket!
The battle suddenly ceased, silence enveloped the bus, and I was dumbfounded. I turned to my angel who had fought for my cause gallantly and said: “thank you.” Though it was awkward, I also turned to the thief and thanked him. Not so sure why I did that but maybe for conceding his defeat quietly or because I was so scared.
The next time I saw her, it was from afar somewhere around the Faculty of Social Sciences. I waved and smiled at her. I was still not sure if she was human or not. How could a person fight for someone she didn’t know?
It has been many years since the incident, and I have not seen or heard from her until sometime last year. I saw a sarcastic comment on a mutual friend’s picture on Facebook. I looked closely at the profile, and it was my angel!
She is now a mother with two kids. We connected and began to catch up, but like the rest of the humans around me, she asked the same question “You are now such a beautiful young lady, but why are you not married yet?”
About The Writer
Onyinye Ubah is a Nigerian storyteller, budding screenwriter and poet. She studied Mass Communication at Nnamdi Azikiwe University. She runs a storytelling blog,www.onyinyeubah.com where creative people share their creative journey. Her debut novel is on the way.
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