G B E S E ! ! !

On sunday after church I decided to do my shopping, so I drove to Ikeja City Mall right after first service, that was about 10:00 am in the morning. Naim as I reach there, I collect parking ticket, dem say na 200 naira flat rate. Hmmmm. No wahala. I kon dey reason to myself, the thing wey I come buy na 300 naira pere, parking 200. LOL. I dey reason am dey waka when one babe and her lovely cute baby boy stopped me to say hi, she say she dey watch my youtube videos… ha! I’m a celebrity! I need to start signing autographs sha because she was the 4th person that stopped me that day to say “Hi Sisi Yemmie”. Thank you guys for making me feel special! My body is toto-ring me

After I greet am finish, nai I say make I even bring out my wallet: I noticed it wasn’t inside my bag. Ok, no panicking. I always keep my wallet in a separate compartment in the car incase those lagos fast boys decide to grab my bag in traffic. Good strategy right? So I walked as fast as my koi-koi shoe would allow me to the car, mildly sweating at this point, I checked the special compartment and couldn’t find the wallet. Ah! Gbese! I checked boot, everywhere in the car, almost checked the engine, nothing! I checked my bag like 10 more times, no wallet. 

I found only 50 naira in my bag. I gave the rest as offering in Church.

At this point I was already heating up, so I went to the ticket kiosk and explained to the lady in the most apologetic humble way possible; I told her I hadn’t even entered the mall, that I can’t find my wallet, abeg make dem allow me pass. . . abeg na.

She said “ eh…what will I do?”

Omoge, all I want you to do is check the time I drove in, you can see it’s not up to 10 minutes, allow me pass. I forgot my wallet.

She stared at me blankly.

I asked ” did you hear what I just said?”

She shrugged her shoulders.

G    B    E    S    E!  200 NAIRA GBESE!!! Aiye mi o!

So I asked to see her supervisor, she said I should go to the other ticketing kiosk that I will find supervisor there. Sigh. Ok.

I entered my motor and drove to the second kiosk. 

I started narrating my story again, the lady I met just had this confused look on her face like “so”?

Ema gbami!

So I told her that I was told to come here, that a supervisor will attend to me. She said …

” abeg who told you that one, no supervisor here oh”

So that first babe just ping-ponged me so she doesn’t have to deal with me. All because of 200 naira. I don suffer. Na me be dis?

While I was busy explaining to her I heard someone from behind call my name, I swear, I almost fainted with embarrassment, the voice was that of a guy, I turned around, I couldn’t recognise his face. He asked when the problem was and I told him, he swiftly proceeded to pay. Apparently, we follow each other on twitter and we went to the same uni but I couldn’t for the life of me remember. 

In that moment I knew it was God showing me love through this guy. My other options would have been to take a taxi home to get my wallet, that would’ve cost me nothing less than 4000 naira OR  phone a friend OR  carry my car on my head home OR beg a random person (yeeeepa!) OR sweep Ikeja Mall.

Share your recent embarrassing situation with me! LOL. What are friends for? Please leave a comment.