Trotro Tales – The Baby

Trotro (troski) – a commercial bus with 15 or 23 seating capacity.
Mate – a bus conductor

I was on my way home from class, few meters away from the bus station. I was in a hurry; I wanted to catch the next trotro loading to Madina. I was extremely hungry so I was walking funny, my limbs felts weak. I hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch so getting home to eat was my top priority. I rushed through the traders and hawkers along the street to get into the bus station. It was 4:03pm and as usual by that time the station was packed with people trying to catch a bus home.

Finding my way through the maze of trotro was tiring. Then I heard a mate shouting, “37, airport, roundabout, legon, madina oro oro oro”, I followed the sound and located the loading troski. Unfortunately it only had 3 passengers in it, which mean I’d have to wait for 18 passengers before the troski will move. I sat the very back of the troski next to the window.

Passengers were boarding at a very slow pace, but I had no choice but to wait. Then my stomach rumbled, I smiled to myself and ignored it. Minutes later the trotro was almost full but I was the only one sitting at the back but I cared less, I wanted the troski to be full already I was very hungry and eager to get home. Then a woman and her baby got on board the troski, walked straight to the back and sat next to me.

I was going through my phone when my stomach gave a very large rumble “GRRRRRRRR”, it was so loud and embarrassing that the baby who sat next to me, turned to look at me and said, “Mama hw3!”, which means mummy look, pointing at me. Her mom looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back. From that moment, the baby sat looking at my direction with her head on her mummy’s chest and her thumb in her mouth sucking.

It was evident I had to eat something before someone confuses my stomach rumbling as fart. So I called the ice cream vender and ordered for a strawberry yoghurt and a pie. Even though I was hungry I didn’t want to eat like a Tasmanian devil in the troski so I took my time to enjoy it. All these while the baby next to me was looking at me, I think she might be 3 years old, after staring at me for minutes, she tapped her mom on her shoulders and said, “Mama medi yoghurt” which means, mummy I’ll eat yoghurt and mother replied, “s3 y3duru fie a, metc bi ama wo”, meaning when we get home I’ll buy you some.

The baby started crying because her mom won’t buy her yoghurt. Eventually she stopped crying, but from the corner of my eyes this baby won’t stop staring at me like Puss In Boots with those huge innocent eyes with stars when he wants something from someone

I called the ice cream vendor and ordered. I gave the ice cream to the mother and told her it’s for her baby, she looked surprised, accepted it and thanked me. The baby was really excited. Her mother unwrapped the ice cream and realized it was Vanilla FanIce, she turned to me and said, “bra anka y3 p3 yoghurt anaas3 chocolate”, which means, brother, we would have liked yoghurt or Chocolate flavored ice cream. A beggar with a choice. I was shocked!

I reluctantly took the fanice back and told the vendor to replace it with either yoghurt or chocolate and he did. Then I gave it back to the woman. From the corner of my eyes I realized the woman was still looking at me with smiles so I wanted to smile back at her, soon as I turned my face to look at her she said, “Aka pie”.

Only God knows how badly I wanted to reply her with, “aka wo nni ne wo se” but I didn’t.img_20160311_181438


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