The next day, we all woke early, waiting for the arrival of the repairer to start work on the bus, we waited hoping he will quickly come because of our condition that is been explained to him until some minutes to 9 am he did not show up, then we collected his contact from the driver and told the driver to call him so that we will know where he is, his conversation with the driver shows he hasn’t wake from bed, telling the driver that those selling motor parts don’t normally open early that we should exercise patient till at least 10 am. We were so surprised, imagining how can we wait till that time, when are they going to finish the repair and what time are we going to continue our journey. So, we decided to call the mechanic by ourselves, hoping we can get him confused, pleading to him to try his possible best not to let it up to that time but said there is nowhere I can get the materials to repair it.
All our efforts to get another motor that will convey us did not work out. So, we had to wait until 10 dots when the mechanic arrived, he and the driver made arrangements to get the needed materials. He went and later called the driver that he was unable to get one material called “Socket” we were very annoyed while hearing this, so are we going to spend the whole Monday searching for “socket”? the driver responded that No, and further said we can be managing it after he fixed the other materials and be searching for another “socket” but the only problem is that we won’t be able to speed. We unhappily entered the bus and continue our journey on Monday afternoon at exactly 1 pm.
As we were going slowly, we were still finding alternatives of getting another bus that will convey us or another socket in exchange for the bad one for our bus to move faster. The more we were moving, the more the problem of the bus keeps worsening to the extent that the bus can only move on the free road but climbing top becomes a problem which we mostly alighted and pushed till we leave the top road amid a dangerous bushy place, can you imagine?.
Our endurance is turning to anger, but just hoping to reach Bida and find our ways. Some minutes to 6 pm, when we never reach even a quarter of Bida that the bus stopped totally, we all out off the bus, stranded and finding lasting means to leave the scary place. Until we were told that there is a market nearby and that if we go there we might get another car that we take us to Bida, we together with the driver trek down there but all cars we saw insisted, saying they cannot go despite being ready to pay any amount.
We were there for almost 7 pm, but couldn’t find any car. A few minutes after we back to where our bus stopped, we were deliberating on how to leave the bushy and fearful area that was neither good for 2 females among us nor also safe for us too including our belongings. In a blink of an eye, one trailer stopped for us and our driver went to meet him not knowing he is the person he knows, both were excited about meeting each other again and asked what happened to the bus, our driver narrated everything to him, and the man said he is also going to Kano and asked if we don’t mind to at least toll us out of the dangerous area, we were all excited and said yes because we have no choice, further said we won’t even mind if you can alight us at Bida, he brought out the rope and we tied the trailer together with our bus, then we started moving by tolling.
Twenty minutes after we’d been on the road, the trailer driver had to stop at a charcoal seller shop and bought 20 bags of charcoal, we waited for almost 40min till they load it before continuing our journey. The more we were moving the high temperature of our bus become to the extent that we all started perceiving like something is burning, we called the driver’s attention but refused to stick to it, saying nothing is happening until the bus catches fire, we all rushed out of the bus with our school bags contained our credentials and started finding water, to god glory we were able to conquer the fire, not knowing the driver did not release leg from the brake ever since the trailer started tolling us. This time around, we all burst out of anger, quarrelling and blaming the driver for his refusal to hear what we told him that something is burning.