English Texts 2 - 125044
English Texts 2 - 125044
Mother: Wake up, Bola! It’s half past six. It’s time to get up.
Bola: What? Oh dear, Monday morning again!
Mother: Come on! You’ll be late for work. Hurry up and get dressed.
Bola: Oh my head! Why did I drink all that beer last night?
Mother: Quick! I can hear the bus.
Bola: Gosh, you’re right. There’s the bus at the bus-stop now.
Where are my trousers, Mum?
Mother: Here they are. Now it’s wet this morning, Bola, so be careful.
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Bola got dressed quickly and ran to the bus-stop. But the bus started
moving. He shouted, but the people in the bus couldn’t hear him. When
he tried to get on the bus, he slipped in a big puddle and fell down.
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Maboudi: Oh good, there he is. He’s getting off that bus over there.
Elizabeth: Come on, Bola! We’re waiting for you.
Bola: Hello, everybody. I’m sorry to be late. I had to wait for the
doctor.
Maboudi: It doesn’t matter. Come on. Let’s go and get the tickets.
Bola: What’s on this evening?
Elizabeth: I don’t know. It’s a western, I think.
Bosede: It’s a very good film. My brother saw it two weeks ago.
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Maboudi: It was very exciting. Did you enjoy it?
Elizabeth: I liked the music, but the fight at the end was horrible.
Bola: What? The fight between the cowboys and the thieves?
Elizabeth: Yes, I had to shut my eyes. I couldn’t look.
Maboudi: We’ll have to go and see a nice love film next time, Elizabeth.
Bosede: Yes, and next time, Bola, You’ll have to come on time.
We missed the cartoon this morning.
Bola: But the film we saw is more interesting than the cartoon.
Bosede: Oh, by the way, Bola, you asked us to come to your house
next week. Is that right?
Bola: Yes, of course. On Saturday afternoon. It’s the naming
ceremony for my cousin’s first baby. Don’t forget. Come early!
Elizabeth: We’ll be there next week, then. Good night!
Five hours later Bola’s grandfather arrived at the busiest lorry-park in Lagos.
Grandfather: Oh dear, this is a noisy place! Where’s Bola?
I can’t see him anywhere.
Taxi-driver: Taxi! Taxi! Do you want a taxi, old man?
Grandfather: Well, I don’t know… Yes, perhaps… Can you take me to Bola’s house?
Taxi-driver: Who’s Bola? Where does he live?
Grandfather: He’s my grandson, my oldest grandson. He lives …
Oh dear, I don’t know … no, wait a minute, I’ve got his
address somewhere. Look, can you read that?
Taxi-driver: 4, Ibadan street, Surulere. Alright, get on. I’ll take you
there.
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Fifteen minutes later they arrived at Ibadan Street. Surulere is a suburb of Lagos.
Taxi-driver: I think that’s your grandson’s house over there. Iddo to Surulere,
that costs five Naira.
Grandfather: What? Five Naira? This must be the most expensive taxi
in Nigeria. I can’t give you Five Naira!
Taxi-driver: Look, old man, this isn’t a small village. It’s a big town.
Things aren’t cheap here.
Grandfather: Well, I’ll give you four Naira… hey! Where’s my purse?
I can’t see it anywhere.
Taxi-driver: Come on, where’s my money?
Grandfather: Thieves, thieves, you’re all thieves here! Nobody steals
anything in my village. This is the most horrible place
I know! Why didn’t I stay at home?
Later that afternoon Ademola’s friends and relatives came to his compound for the
naming-ceremony. They all wore their most expensive and most beautiful clothes.
Some of the relatives who brought presents for the baby’s parents gave her a name.
The most important person at the naming-ceremony was Bola’s grandfather. At about
half past four he stood up. When he held up his walking-stick, everybody stopped
talking and looked at him.
He started telling them about his family and all his ancestors. He liked making
speeches, but this time he didn’t go on talking very long. At the end of the speech, he
told them the baby’s name and everybody clapped.
Then the old man invited the guests to begin eating and drinking. The drummers sang
a song about grandfather and his ancestors. The guests enjoyed the dancing and
listening to the music. Some of them put coins on the heads of those who danced well.
On Saturday morning Bola decided to show his grandfather round Lagos. They got
into a taxi and drove into Lagos. On the way they saw Iddo Railway station, some big
hotels and shops, and lots of other important buildings. Then they went across the new
bridge over the river. The streets were full of traders selling cloth.
Then they came to an important cross-roads. The traffic-lights were red, so they had
to stop. They were buses, cars, Lorries and motor-bikes everywhere. Soon there was a
traffic-jam. None of them could move. Then two police men arrived on their motor-
bikes. Both of them blew their whistles. One of the police directed the traffic, and the
other one shouted at the drivers. Five minutes later the traffic started moving again. In
the middle of the town Bola and his grandfather got out of the taxi in front of a big
shop.
Castle Hotel,
Edinburgh,
Scotland.
Dear Bola,
I’m sorry I haven’t written to you very often this year. As you know, this is my last
year at London University, and I’ve had to work hard. We’ve already taken all our
exams, but we haven’t had the results yet.
We finished our exams on June 24th. Since then I’ve been on holiday with a student
from Ghana. A few days ago we both went to York. We met an old friend there who
gave us a lift to Edinburgh.
We’ve been here since Wednesday and we’ve already seen most of the famous
places. The day before yesterday we went round Edinburgh Castle, and then yesterday
we saw some people playing the bagpipes.
The weather was very good last week, but it has rained every day since Sunday. I
hope we’ll be able to climb a few mountains before the end of our holiday. But the
biggest mountains are in the North of Scotland. We won’t be able to go there because
we’ve only a little money left.
The day after tomorrow we’re both going back to Lagos by train. We’ll probably get
our exam results next week. If I pass all my exams, I’ll be able to fly back to Lagos
before the end of July.
I’m looking forward to seeing you all again. Have you seen our friends Maboudi
and Bosede recently? When did you last see Hajo, my girl-friend? I haven’t had a
letter from her since March. I hope she hasn’t been ill. Has Lagos changed much? I’ll
be very pleased to see Nigeria again. I haven’t had any good African food since 1975.
Yours,
Sikiru.
The following Monday Sikiru went to the department of agriculture for a job. The
head of the department was a tall, well-dressed man of about fifty. They shook hands.
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Head: Good morning. You’re Sikiru, aren’t you? Please sit down. Now let me see.
You were at London University, weren’t you?
Sikiru: That’s right. I’ve got a degree in agriculture.
Head: I see. I suppose you want to work either in Lagos or Ibadan.
Sikiru: No, I don’t know. I want to work in the North.
Head: Really! Well, there’s a job for you in Kano. There’s a car going up there
next week.
That evening Hajo wanted to go and hear a well-known band. Sikiru wasn’t keen on
dancing, but he agreed to take her. Hajo found a table near the band. The waiter came
up. They looked at the menu and ordered their meal.