Let's say they are both
friends and they want to step out at night. While the Douala based one just
pops out of the house, the Yaounde based one stays behind, looking for their ID
card. 'D, have you seen my ID?' Y asks. D sighs. 'Why do you sigh?' Y asks. 'I
didn't take mine either.' 'D, get your ID nah. Oh I've just seen mine. Find
yours, lets go.' 'I don't need it,' D says. 'What? Why?' Y wonders. 'In fact,
whenever I go out in this Douala, I leave the thing behind.' 'Are you guys not
afraid of police check ups?' Y asks. D inhales. 'Have you ever passed around
Rond Point or the main junction in Ndokoti around 7.00 PM?' 'No,' Y answers.
'Okay, 1 million cars, 3 million okadas and 5 million people snail around those
places between 7-9 PM. So tell me, which police officer wants to do that kind
of suicidal work, checking IDs?' D points out. 'Na wah oh. Na so yi dey for
here?' 'So leave that ID thing behind and lets go. Only pick it up when you're
about to travel out of Douala, if not you're finished!'
