Mama Ada planned very well for this Christmas. We will Leave Abuja for owerri 23nd, arrive 24th morning, visits some few family friends before taking some rest. Wake up early on Christmas day to prepare the special Christmas rice... Fried rice at least with the help of Ada who just graduated from a catering school.
With excitement she parked her bags... Ada where are you.. It's time to go.
Things began to change right from the first taxi She and her daughter boarded.. Fare was high, madam no fuel the driver said.
Got to the park, transportation cost had doubled beyond her budget. All the same they entered the bus.
The usual rush and hype wasn't there. It took a long time for the vehicle to get full as many who came, went back home not able to pay the high transport cost due to fuel scarcity. Many where seen crying and dejected.
Ada and mama finally left the park late in the night.
Their driver set out hoping to top his fuel tank at Lokoja.
Reaching Lokoja few minutes to midnight all filling stations were shut. Only one had a long queue of vehicles but wasn't selling.
Their driver queued up hoping for the best. They remained there till evening. As the vehicle before theirs moved forward to receive fuel, the
Attendant shouted "fuel has finished"
Ada and her mum were very sad, their vehicle couldnt move they had to sleep another night leading to Christmas morning.
Ada woke up from her sleep singing as one who just had a dream. Shaking her head she sang
No Fuel
No fuel
No fuel
No fuel
That is the gift of Buhaari
What a song.
