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[Story] What I encountered at the bank (Complete Episodes)

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Episode 1
After changing/converting the 100dollars with me to Naira which is 19,890 Naira. I went straight to the bank to deposit the money into Pizzaro’s account…

The first bank I went to…hmmmm…if you see the people I met outside on the queue who wants to enter the bank, you yourself will not expect someone to tell you before start going to another, you would even be the one telling others going there not to go coz you will be thinking that “I haven’t entered, the queue is like that, what if you enter what will I face?”….That made me remember when I went to do my BVN. ***************
Outside the bank, I saw about 20 people who I guess they want to do what I want to do also. I wait there till it would reach my turn, meanwhile as I was on the queue outside I can also see some people coming out frowning their face. I didn’t care coz I know its normal, people will come out but I didn’t think about the frowning coz I think its not common to see people coming out of a bank smiling, maybe they don’t want to be attacked.
I saw them coming, I ignored them focusing on the door (i don’t know what they call it or I’ve forgotten) and how I would get inside to avoid the heat and suffocation outside coz I know when I get inside my sweat will disappear and I will be cool.

Finally it got to my turn but I can see a woman stepping into the said door from the inside, so I wait for some seconds for it to open. I didn’t allow the fair s#xy woman,I’m taller than her, I would say she’s at the range of 32- to atmost 40 to come out before I stretched one of my long leg in and bringing out my phone from my pocket. On bringing the other leg she’s already out. My hand is still stretched out wit my phone out there which many people are looking at it.

Then the said door is finally closing which I quickly retract my hand, then turned to the other side sighting many people I would call the Israelite because of the population inside was something else. The door opened, then I stepped out which immediately a guy frowning hit my body, rushing to enter the door before it will close. Well I don’t blame him…

I then head to a guy close to me then I asked him.

Me:> Sorry please, where can I get the form of the BVN??
But he didn’t allow me to finish before he said.

Guy:- Guy the idiots say the form don finish oo!!

I was not surprise to hear it.
I thanked the black, same height, unshaved bear guy then head to meet a man putting on something I would call a security mans wear(cloth).
I greeted him and asked

Me:– Sorry Sir, please where can I get the form for the BVN and where I’ll submit it after filling??

The man replied looking at the bonnet and booth of a lady and talking in a voice I would classify him as an Igbo man.

Man:– Sorry, the form is finished already…

Immediately I asked him

Me:– Ok, so when can I come back again today, because tomorrow is the last day it will end and I don’t want to come tomorrow???

Man:– Hehmmmn….. you can come back around two O’Clock in the afternoon, it should be ready by then..

I looked at my wristwatch it was 10:37am.

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I thanked the black average height man who I can say has no single hair on his head then I head straight to the door frowningly because of what I went through before I entered and thinking how I would get there by two. I pressed the button but it didn’t work.

I then pressed it again this time around with great force that I think can push the button in without coming out again before the door finally opened.
I dashed inside, wait for like a year before it starts closing and opening at my front…

As I got out of the small cell there, I saw new faces staring at me and some just going to the queue. A part of me told me within some seconds to tell them, while the other is telling me to leave them to face theirs also…
I then made up my mind and I said

What kind of rubbish is this, why will they not have the form for BVN now…..mtcheew!!!!

Then I went out not minding what the wise among them will do..

I came back around two O’Clock, the population is now small inside but I was told to come back tomorrow and resume with the staffs of the Bank by 8:00am…
But I replied

Me:– Me?!? Come again?!? No oo!! I’ll wait till I get it done, even if its to sleep here I’ll defiantly do that.. Moreover I can’t come from Ilasa to Isolo in the morning by 8am when its not my work I’m going ti, or will I be paid here with the staffs??
I’ll wait here till the form is back from where it went to…

Many people are coming in which are told the same thing, many of them went saying they’ll come very early in the morning while few would wait for some minutes before they head out.
I was thinking where I stood resting on the security’s desk that as all of them are leaving saying they’ll come very early tomorrow…. Hmmmm..they’ll just meet many people at the entrance who wants to do the same thing they want to do and it would be very crowdy even many than what I saw in the morning because tomorrow is the deadline 30th June 2015 and the
Bank will close by 3:00pm to do their monthly stuff(calculations and so)….hmmmmmm…

I stood there for like 40minutes before another guy(like security) removed a form from somewhere behind the desk, then he gave it to a guy then quickly go. That made me asked the guy there that
“hahn-hahn! You know where the form was, why didn’t you give it to me.
He replied

Guy:– He removed it where he kept it and gave to the guy.. Quickly go and collect it from the guy before he starts filling it and go up to do a copy for yourself from it..

I didn’t allow him to finish before I walked very fast to the boy then I noticed some people walking fast also to the guy behind me..

As I was walking fast to the boy I was saying under my breath

“So we’ll be buying form now with our money just to do the BVN.I don’t know what it will cause them to do the photocopy of the form themselves then give it to us to use…Na wah-00

I got to where the guy was standing, he was looking for where he would place the form on and start writing.

I then asked with pegin-english I was avoiding to speak there..

Me:– Guy abeg, borrow me your form make I run do photocopy upstairs…

Then i noticed the guy was looking at me and thinking if he should give me or not because he wouldn’t want to risk giving me because he don’t know if I could be trusted or I’ll do a silly thing.

I then said

Me:– Ok then. you can hold it so we’ll go together and do it, or what do you think? then others at my back all said YES!! as if they’ve plan on saying it or I’m talking to them….

The guy finally accepted, then we all went up together. We were already up when we heard the a security saying.

Guy:– BVN form-BVN form!!!! anybody else?!!!

I saw about 5 forms with him and we were about 11 who do not have.

Nobody told me before I carefully rushed down holding what’s always beside staircase, then I found myself luckily collecting the 3rd form from the security guy….

After that, I filled it went to where I’m to queue with only one lady attending to us and we are about 18 there and people keep coming in.
Now the forms are available…. The room is getting crowdy, some old people are asking questions on what to write next..The guys keep gisting,making friends,saying funny things,talking about army,airforce and others while the ladies, women,men doing thiers till it will get to each one of us turn…

It got to the stage that some of us sat on the floor for some hours because the person attending to us was very slow which I can bet a snail is faster than her in competition…

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Later when its getting late they only allowed people go out but not to come in… Those who are feeling cold in there as a result of the AC when they first came are now adapted to it..

It got to my turn and I noticed a pregnant lady was sitting on the only single chair. I don’t know when it will get to her turn with her condition, so I called her to go in which she thanked me with smile on her face.
Although some people are complaining, some are saying I wouldn’t enter until when it would get to her turn…(Some even said they’ve been there since 8, 9 o’clock)….

I told them
cool down now, it would get to your turn. Can’t you see her condition and she’s still staying in this cold with us….

Many of them understood especially the ladies/women there, but a strong Igbo guy was still insisting he wouldn’t allow me go inside after her.. A man simply asked him

Man:— If the lady is your wife, will you allow her to stay in here with her condition??…

The guy:– hehnnn….I wunt allow her to…..

The man said cutting him
The man:- so you wouldn’t allow her in or you wunt allow her do her do the BVN?

Then the guy kept quiet and that was how it died down….

To be sincere, I only allowed her in because of her condition and imagining my future wife in her position

I did it then dashed out to my house situated in Ilasa(Ilasa-maja) at exactly 6:16pm then I got home at around 7:00pm with my legs and body paining me….*****************


I quickly withdrew my legs that are going to the queue so to avoid standing and I simply don’t want to be stay long there(even though I didn’t know why the place is crowded), then I head to another bank to pay-in into @Pizzaro‘s account….

Luckily, I got there then breathed out saying

“Thank-God nobody is at the entrance”.
I clicked the button, then it starts opening, I stretched my leg in at the same time removing my phone, then did the way I always do(I always do that so I wouldn’t be rejected by the machine).

As I got in, it is not crowdy. I walked to a man I’ll call security with the slips. I quickly picked one, borrowed a pen from a fair old man(about 50something upward) clad with a cream shirt tucked into a black moderate trouser because I’m not with a pen.

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