The Danfo Files: Interior Decor


I just had to use this pic, super colourful! Courtesy from Senegal.

The first thing I saw when I got into the bus was the two big teddy bears placed in between the driver’s seat and the front passenger’s seat. As I settled into the seat, I started noticing other decorative items: a big bag of plastic fruit hanging from the rear-view mirror, a small plastic cross hanging from the windscreen on the driver’s side from a key chain, an air freshener stick in the shape of a tee, hanging from the rear-view mirror, and painted in the stars and stripes of the United States of America. There was another air freshener on the dashboard, between a small stuffed chimpanzee and a white animal, who looked like a Lhasa apso. Directly in front of me, on the dashboard and hanging from the windscreen, was yet another air freshener hanging from a blue plastic mirror on the windscreen. Hanging on either side of the mirror were stuffed cloth cubes, the type you’d find in a toddler’s crib. One cube was a die, white with black dots. The other was multicoloured, and numbers were written under the dots, just like in a kindergarten book of numbers. A white rosary sticker could be seen on the windscreen, and another small plastic cross graced my corner of the windscreen. A key chain hung from the windscreen, a green touch in the shape of a foot.

To say the truth, the bus was full of stuff. But it made it seem comfortable, even homely, especially when he played the music. Celine Dion and Barbara Streisand came on, in that beautiful melody of theirs. As they sang “…love will be the gift you give yourself…”, I wondered if the driver agreed with them. Inscribed on the flip side of the shades/mirrors were the words: “Eyoo” and “No time for love”. Oh well, each to his own. The dude obviously had a taste for some finer things of life. In front of me on the dashboard was a pink box of soft 2ply tissue. 7 flags were lined up on the windscreen: from the furthermost corner, Barca FC, Nigeria, United Kingdom, United States of America, South Africa, a flag that looked like it was Spain’s and the last one, Israel.

Almost every inch of the windscreen and dashboard was decorated with something. Stuffed toys even hung from the roof. The window on the passenger seat was not left out. There was a “VIP” sticker on the side, and a Mickey Mouse Screen covered three-quarters of the window.
I was sorry to get down from the bus that day, but I had to do so and face the cold and rain that waited for me outside the cosy haven that someone called a home.

The Danfo Files: The Fight (a poem)

Glistening sweat on bare backs,
pushing and shoving
as the the BO reaches an all-time high in that dense mass of tangled legs,
arms and other unnamed objects.

Then the separation.
Another twist and tango
of arms and legs,
As the good-hearted
suffer the punishment
Of squeezes, bumps,
knocks and scrapes.
They fight,
to stop the fight.

The shouting continues,
The name calling:
Of generations unborn.
Of generations come and gone.
The rage unleashed,
Faces contorted in animal-like masks of raw anger,
Nostrils flared unending,
the air is rife
with insults and curses
As the sons of men
sow seeds of illwill
and hearts plot revenge.

The fighters are exhausted.
Passengers sit aloof and watch,
Passers-by walk on by.
Life is a nonstop movie.

Survival of the fittest? No, not here.


On my way to work one morning, something happened that made me shake my head at the general attitude we have as a society and a nation. I got to the bus stop as two fully loaded minivans drove off. There were no other vehicles available, so I had to wait. At the bus stop a group of school children sat on a bench waiting for the next minivan. I sat with them and waited. Soon other people joined us, adults on their way to work like I was.

The first van came into sight, but was rushed while it was still on the opposite of the road. The driver only turned to pay the bus stop official and then he drove off with his minivan full of adult passengers.

The second one came by,  and was still turning to get to us when men rushed the minivan from all directions, pushing over themselves to get in. The school children had tried to get in, but they were no match for the men on a mission: enter or be pushed. I was still sitting at the bench some distance away,  wondering why it didn’t seem natural for adults to let the school children go first. What broke my heart was seeing a child, the littlest one, hit the van on the driver’s side with her tiny fists, wondering why the men pushed them away. The bigger children had to hold her away from the van that was about to move. The reaction from the driver and the other men in the van was a bit confusing to me: they smiled affectionately to the children. Seriously?


How many of us really live like this?

It was at that point that I started to mentally shake my head at this non-chalant attitude from the adults. Even if the passengers were blind to the fact that children needed to get in and couldn’t push and struggle with them, the driver could have stopped the men from entering and told the children to get in first. But they preferred to do a “survival of the fittest” rush and then smile condescending at the helpless children. 


Did those men ever think like this?

The children were finally able to get into the next vehicle that came, in spite of some adults who still wanted to rush in. At this point I had to speak up. I knew I was kinda ranting, but at this point I just didn’t care. While still trying to keep my cool,  I just made a statement about adults who would rather rush for space with  school children than wait for them to get into the vehicle first. As the van drove of,  another one came in and I got in.  I brought out my phone and started to type this post. This incident got to me. This just goes to show how callous we have let ourselves become as adults. If we can’t care for our future generation now that they need the help, now that we can do something, however little it may seem, to make life easier for them, what do we think they’ll become when they grow,  when they have become hardened and gone past all feeling? It is easy for incidents like this to be ingrained in a child’s memory,  and for part of his/her mindset about people. I pray these children don’t grow thinking that every adult is selfish. I pray they don’t turn out as selfish as the men I saw that morning. Just saying.

Late night

Hey,  how have you been? Here I am,  lying on my bed by 10:57pm, bone tired,  but not brain tired. My thoughts are busy at work,  dreaming up the kind of life I want to have and what I should do to get it, while my body screams “Sleep!”. It’s a battle to ignore one and face the other. Guess this time around blogging won.
Just wanna say this though: Keep the Dream alive. In spite of how much energy and time your day job takes,  strive to do something everyday that gets you closer to your goal, even if it’s an inch closer.  Trust me,  that inch is better than nothing. Little drops of water,  remember? As I write this I’m reminding myself of my need to improve in being consistent in my actions.
So there goes folks,  just a quick reminder to keep at it, keep working on your success and personal development, especially with God’s Word, it’s your manual for life. As you study and put what you learnt to practice, God will definitely reward your labour of love (Hebrews 6:10) and bless you with abundance.  Cheers.