The air is tense, of course it is, it’s a Friday. I know what you’re thinking, Friday? Tense? Well it was, it always is on fridays, Fridays in this bank are nothing short of hell. It’s friday, the last working day of the week, of course the bank is going to be filled. Usually three kinds of people usually fill up the bank on fridays.
There’s the 10% who come to make deposits, the 5% who come to withdraw in bulk (The Rich People), the remaining 85% who come to withdraw for the weekend, usually their last savings (The ones who haven’t heard of an ATM machine b4) and Lastly the Bank Staff (Yeah I know I said 3 but no one ever counts the Bank Staff, we might as well be pieces of furniture in the bank for all you care.
I stare at the large clock in the hall, it says says the time is 10 past 1, *sigh* post lunch madness is about to begin. I stare at the line forming in front of the my counter, might as well get it over with, the line isn’t going to get rid of itself. I see a familiar face. Back so soon Mrs Badmus? *Wonder who she would be sending money to today. Her Son in Lagos? Her daughter in Abuja? Or that lowlife gigolo who’s been fingering her brain?
Well who am I to judge? We all have our dirty little secrets. Besides it really isn’t any of my business. So what can I help you with madam? Ah yes, it’s about the transaction I made yesterday, I realized that the money hasn’t yet been debited from my account, I want to know if it’d be possible to alter the transaction, I’d like to send some extra money to my son. I’m sorry madam, we can’t alter the transaction but you can make another transa…..
Boom, my voice trails away, the floor shakes. I reach under the counter, my hand fighting to reach the alarm button, when bang the computer screen in front of me explodes, glass shatters everywhere, shards piercing my skin. In between the commotion, a voice rings out
*Sorry about the mess and commotion, it wasn’t really part of our original plans. Please resist the temptation to trigger the alarms, I promise we’d be out of your hair in no time. Well now that we’ve got all your attentions, I hope you all brought your bibles, I have someone here who’d like to talk to you about a man named “Jesus”*
Ochuko A. Akpomudjere