The Unexpected

The COMedy Rumble: The Unexpected

Is it right to fight with inanimate objects?
Just yesterday, I went to the ATM booth to withdraw some money to get myself some foodstuffs where I met the unexpected. There were many people in the queue and I was just like, how do I collect my money on time. There were two ATM machines but one was not working. I decided to wait for my turn. In the process of waiting, the only atm machine that we thought was paying was out of cash (insufficient fund). Toy surprise, someone at my back echoed, make that ATM machine no try am ooo…. I must collect my money before this mess happens ooo. Everyone was surprised, but on a normal note, we are Nigerian and we have different ways of speaking most especially when it comes to slang.

Dress code made compulsory

Senastiaan Stam

I was opportune to be selected for my neighbor's wedding ceremony. Although I was not conversant with going or attending a party. I invited two of my friends to come with me as instructed by my neighbor. We were granted an opportunity to attend the party but must dress according to how others are dressing. This means we must have the same dress code that was given to others. The dress code is black and white top. They specifically told the three of us to dress with the same kind of cloth, but must be black and white and also must be uniform. We went to the market to buy clothes. I already have white and black clothes which give me an upper hand.

It was time to go for the party and indeed the dress code was taken so seriously. Dressing by mistakenly using a little of any other color would lead to turning back.

Before we left home, we decided to take a little food. As we were eating, oil dropped on my friend's shirt. His shirt now has an oil stain. The rest of us were laughing at him. It was a serious laugh. It was not up to a minute, oil dropped on another one's shirt. Now, I was the only neutral person among them. I was so sure that they would not reject me and instead may turn the rest home. I was seriously laughing at them. The funnest aspect of it was that the oil dropped on the same spot on their shirt.

We got to the gate where the ceremony was taking place. They checked it properly and discovered that my two friends were having the same dress code but I was quite different. Immediately the gateman said to me to turn back as I was not qualified to be part of those invited. It was shocking news to me because I was the one with the correct dressing code.

Fake identify

Thang Cao

I was opportune to travel on public transport where I met a guy who seemed to be just like a soldier. He was sitting in the front seat and in Nigeria anyone with military attire or military identity may not be able to pay a dime. The reason is because he or she would serve as a guard to protect the driver throughout the journey.

Now we took off and we got to the first checkpoint. We met some policemen who granted us permission to leave as they saluted the guy sitting at the front seat. We were all short of words and were thanking the guy for saving us and for trying to make our journey faster. We got to the second checkpoint and we met some soldiers who were fully ready to search the vehicle. This same guy was very good and bold enough to withstand the soldiers. He gave them his ID card and indeed we were pardoned and granted permission to leave. It was nice that we began to praise the guy.

When we got to the third checkpoint, this time around it was a tug of war. The soldiers asked everyone to come down which we did but the guy sitting at the front seat refused to come down. He displayed his ID card just as before and usual. The first soldier wanted to grant us passage but was superseded by his superior. The senior officer asked the guy sitting on the front seat to bring out his ID card for verification and clarification which he did boldly. After checking the ID card critically, it was confirmed that he was a fake soldier. He was brought down and was given the heavy and dirty slap which no one would pray for. We all felt the slap that was given to him. So the soldier told us to move on but hold the man. We left him making a frog jump.

First published on my Hive blog