GIVE BABA A HIGH FIVE (A short story)

Hello, my name is Kunle Omope. Let me tell you a story.

The 75yr old man walked slowly through the gates of the bank premises. There was a very long queue at the ATM.

Many young people walked past him in a hurry to quickly join the queue. A lot of questions were flying all around,

"Abeg, are you the last person on the queue?"

" Is it dispensing?"

And then the complaints,

"Why is it only one point that is working?"

"Madam! You are not on the queue o"

"Which kind of life is this sef, this machine is rejecting my card"

And so, since the old man knew he couldn't be part of this craze, he made his way into the banking hall.

Just as he sat down and was fishing through his purse for his glasses, a loud quarreling voice jolted him. It was a young lady arguing with bank teller at the counter.

She spoke in an angry tone,

"I said the queue outside is too long and I need just two thousand naira. Why can't I just withdraw it from the counter?!"

The bank teller, a middle aged man, with a big nose and small eyes replied with that professional tone.

"I am sorry madam, we don't pay anything less than one hundred thousand naira at the counter. Anything less than that, please withdraw from the ATM outside. Thank you"

With this, the lady stormed out of the bank, muttering under her breath, how she was going to close her account with this bank.

Okay, back to our old man.

He walked gingerly to the counter, picked up a withdrawal slip and filled it. He passed it to the Bank Teller, the man with the fat nose.

Mr. Nose, scrutinised the slip and asked the old man,

"One hundred and five thousand naira?"

The old man nodded in the affirmative.

Next, with some punching of the computer keyboard, and the stomping of a stamp, the frrrrrrrrrrrr sound of machine counting money followed.

In less that two minutes, Mr. Nose handed one hundred and five thousand naira to the old man.

Now, let's quickly end this story.

Old man peeled out five thousand naira from the wad, put it in his purse and picked up a deposit slip, looked up at the confused Mr. Nose, and told him he wanted to pay in the one hundred thousand naira that was left back into his account.

After spending just five minutes in the coolness of the banking hall, the 75yr old man walked out and looked pitifully at the young people, shouting, cursing, sweating and suffering under the sun in front of the ATM.

The end.