Zenith headaches!; My Experience with a Frustrating Bank.

One place I hate to be is at the bank. The most frustrating and annoying place you’ll ever be. The worst mistake you’ll now make is to go late. If you’re not there when they open the bank with them, don’t bother going. Listen to what I am saying o. I made this mistake once, never to be made again.

I got there pretty early, like 12 p.m., but that wasn’t early enough for the bank. Especially this Zenith of a bank. I first waited, like, an hour and a half outside. There were no chairs o. Imagine, and I was number 475. Like, how?, Shey e wa mi ni?
If not for this situation, why would I be here ehn?.

Ah!.

I stood, and as I was standing, I was already feeling dizzy. I had to buy a drink, nitori, I can’t let Zenith kill me.
Later, we were called inside, and I was already happy that at last. I just got there, and I saw a long queue.

Another standing?

Omo, It was like I should go back home, but I can’t do it jare. I stood there for another 30 minutes. Different things just dey sup for this place: someone that is proving rubbish right, plus the security guard that was just misbehaving; the worst of them were the body odors. They sha want to kill me. I was just smelling all kinds—low, medium, high—all bad; AC wasn’t even doing anything. If I turn to the left, I smell; if I turn to the right, I smell.

Hahaha, ki lo de nau?

I endured—I should not lie—but my power couldn’t carry it. When I got to the front, I found out that I had to stand again in front of the customer service people.

Ahah!

Did they use standing to swear for you guys abi which kin wahala be this?

I should not lie; I should not steal. I spent up to an hour standing there again. I was just hissing go, hissing come. Ara n ti kan mi, my body don dey pepper mi. I was just praying they should fight; small drama is needed to relax the nerves.
At last, they answered me.

Thank you, Jesus, Ile ya,

’Cause my legs were badly hurting all because of the bank. I entered 'maruwa' as per there would be breeze and those people know how to get there ways when there’s traffic. I sat at the edge, waiting for it to be full. A small drama still happened. People just dey vex anyhow. Someone got down, making me move to the middle seat while another person entered.

Omo, the woman carried two children; she now told me to help her carry one.

Me? Ahh, mama, you’re not good. What’s remain in my body, ehn?

I didn’t answer her o; it was the other lady that helped her. They now squeezed me like bread and akara.

‘Ewo Olorun oba o’, that was what I said in my mind.

When they got down,

'Ope o’,

Not until some set of school boys entered. All these ones don’t even have anything to think about; they started playing songs and singing along loudly with them. '

‘Are all these ones mad, ni?’.

In a few minutes, I got to my destination.

Thank you, God.

I got home, ate, and went to sleep. Right now, I need a massage because the legs have tried for me today. I want home service; if you know anyone, DM me, thanks.

So lesson of the day: Don’t open a Zenith bank. If you already have one, block it and open another bank.

A word is enough for a child. You’re welcome.