The Testator by Kanayo O. Kanayo

Author:Kanayo O. Kanayo
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harmony Publishing
Published: 2021-10-14T10:43:18+00:00

CHAPTER 14

Mr Solomon and Pius were in the car driven by Jonathan. Mr Sani and Segun were in the other car. The boys with Jonathan were in Mr Patrick’s car.

The drive from Tropicana to Chief Onu’s house in Asokoro which would have been five minutes took about thirty-three minutes. It would have been a shorter drive. But Pius, who was directing Jonathan, didn’t know that a shorter route to Asokoro had just been commissioned, the Goodluck Ebele Express road. They were caught up in the evening traffic.

The evening traffic was building. Most of the vehicles going to Nyanya and Mararaba would have to pass through Asokoro to get to Nyanya. This caused heavy traffic. A large percentage of workers in Abuja live in the outskirts – Kubwa, Dutse, Mararaba, Kuje, Gwagwalada, so each morning everyone hit the road to the city centre and in the evenings, used the same road back home. Usually the rush hour began by 4:00 p.m. and ran into late evening sometimes.

As the car slowed down in the traffic, Pius looked ahead to see the long queue stretching the farthest his eyes could see.

“This traffic is really heavy,” he said, wondering when Abuja roads became like Lagos’.

“This road be no dey like this,” Jonathan said.

“Why is it not moving? It’s like Lagos traffic.” Pius looked at the back seat only to find Mr Solomon fuming.

“Buy your gala,” a hawker shouted, as he shoved his snacks through the window of the car.

“Get that thing out of here now,” Mr Solomon shouted from the back seat.

“Bottled water. Buy your cold bottle water,” another hawker screamed towards Mr Solomon. He shouted again.

“Jonathan, roll up the glass!” Mr Solomon screamed after he tried to do so and it didn’t budge.

Pius looked at the army of hawkers moving from car to car trying to sell their goods. He wondered how they made a living. Some of them were teenagers and the others selling caps, power banks, and newspapers were in their twenties and early thirties. All of the goods for each trader put together couldn’t add up to a hundred USD. How much could such a person sell in a day?

After a long wait, the cars in front began to move. Jonathan tapped the pedal and they moved as well. A siren blared from behind. A government official trying to barge through the traffic. His security detail had left the car and walked forward, directing other cars to clear a path.

“Leave road come go where?” Jonathan said quietly, so the military man wouldn’t hear him. The man in military uniform had tapped his car and moved forward to the next car.

The siren kept blaring but the cars remained in the same spot. Not that the drivers didn’t want to move the cars off the road, but there was really nowhere to move to as the road was entirely occupied.

Jonathan kept forcing the car through using any little opportunity he got. Every other driver did the same. You wouldn’t really be able to drive in such traffic if you didn’t know how to drive.

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