THE WOMAN ON THE BUS

By Tikum Mbah Azonga

One of the most popular modes of public transport in Cameroon today is night travel. This happens especially between the South West, Littoral, West and North West Regions where passengers finish their full day`s activities in one city and then take off before midnight to get to the next one at about 6 am. Such an option enables those who travel overnight to immediately start a new day on arrival without having lost a whole working day traveling.

I am one of the lovers of night travel. Recently as I journeyed from the North West Regional headquarters of Bamenda to the South West Regional Headquarters, Buea, I sat next to a woman who fascinated me from the beginning of the trip to the end.

I refer to her as “the woman by me”, not meaning, “the woman I fathered”, because I couldn`t have done so. She is the one “by me” because she sat next to me.  Yet, I cannot call her, “the woman by my side”, for that description is exclusively reserved for my better half. I won`t call her “the woman behind me” because that is my mother. She is not “the woman above me”, for that is Mary the Mother of Christ. Similarly, she is not “the woman in front of me” because that is the expression I use to refer to Dr. Nalova Lyonga, an undeniably dynamic woman who was recently appointed Vice Chancellor of the University of Buea, here in Cameroon. Dr. Nalova is “in front of me” because I know that where she has got to today is by dint of hard work on her part. So to me she is a role model.

Nonetheless, let`s return to the woman on the bus. On this day of the trip I was happy to have had a seat on the Buea by night 70-sitter bus. I prefer the 70-sitter to the smaller Coaster because while the latter is small, narrow, crammed and indiscreet; the former is large, spacious and discreet, and to boot, gives one the false impression that one is flying in an airplane. That is not bad, because, after all, do the French not say : ”Il est toujours permis de rêver?”, which means, “one can always dream?”

Before I took up my seat, Number 46 to be precise, the woman had already taken up hers, the one just before mine, Number 45. So we sat close to each other. But mind you, I took no unfair advantages.  The first thing I noticed about her was that she was in the prayer mood. When I greeted her, her response was, “Praise God!” When I asked if I could pass to my seat, she said: “Alleluia!”

During the journey she sang, she hummed, she whispered and even occasionally cried out:”Jesus!”, or “Father!”, or Daddy God!”, or “Father Almighty!” Although I am one who prays, I did not cherish this particular manner of praying because when I travel at night I want to sleep. But now, I realized that was out of the question. Even so, I did not see why I, an autonomous passenger with sovereign rights of mine , should surrender my freedom to a fellow passenger.

So, I spoke up:”Madam, what do you think you`re doing?” She was not just surprised but shocked by my question. “I am praying! I am worshipping God! Can`t you see?” I told her that there was nothing wrong with worshipping God apart from the fact that her loudness was disturbing me and possibly other passengers. She replied that no other passenger had complained and wondered loudly why I should complain about her when she was sure that if the driver had instead put on music with the loudspeakers of the bus blasting away , I wouldn`t complain. On that point I felt she was right because I love bus music to the point of going to sleep while it`s on. Even so, I was not prepared to hand her victory on a platter of gold.

Just then, she added another dimension to my Calvary by speaking in tongues: “Abra kada Bra saka maka la lata!” “What are you saying?” I enquired. “Do I even know what I`m saying! I know I`m moved by God`s spirit. He puts words in my mouth. He tells me what to say.” “But what you say must have a meaning!” I insisted. “I don`t know what it means. But the Lord Knows.”, she told me, rather categorically.

I pointed out to her that what she was doing was contrary to the way Jesus preached. She was disturbing the public peace, I explained. Spinning round as if stung, she declared to me that the problem was mine, not hers. She even said she would continue to sing and exclaim as much as she wanted. Strangely enough, not a single passenger uttered a word in support of me, although none also spoke on her behalf. But then again, she was winning the day, wasn`t she?

When we got to Mile 17 Buea where I was alighting, she looked at me and said: “God bless you, brother!” Looking back at her, I swallowed my pride and replied: “God bless you too, Sister”.  She continued her journey to the town of Muyuka. As I walked away from the bus her sighs and chants and outbursts faded away. I wondered who of the two of us should be saying to the other:” Good riddance!”