Spitting!

Yes my topic is right spitting. I have noticed that on the streets of Lagos spitting is as common as the number of people walking down the streets. It doesn't matter if the individual is dressed in rags or in an executive suit, you can be rest assured that the release of a gobble of sputum as a missile in your direction is certain.kai!

My dad said that when they were young, it was a crime to release the contents of your mouth on the streets as you walked. Repeated messages on the radio or was it rediffusion box ensured that people knew the importance of using the God given reflex of swallowing. It prevented the spread of droplet borne infections like tuberculosis, common colds etc.

Nowadays people don't care about such things, in primary school it was a crime to spit, you just didn't dare.Now if you are not careful or extra vigilant you might discover when you get home that your clothes are stained with spittle not just plain spittle but bloody spittle like my dad discovered once when he came in from a walk.

Spitting is the highest non-verbal insult one can give to another. But these days its seems to be a social event. Lets see whose spit contains the most phlegm tufia! Im already disgusted writing this so you can imagine my disgust day after day when i see spittle on the road just where im about to tread, or a well dressed 'chick' with the perm and make up to boot releases in a linear trajectory a huge gob of creamy frothy sputum just inches from my foot and barely turns around to apologise. If i was the violent type i would make sure that her mouth remained in a permanent locked up state with the mighty slap that would have descended on her 'eko for show' face.To imagine and know that the mouth is the dirtiest part of the human body, Its just that im gentle if not.....!

Or a fine 'bobo' in a bus who you think is a young bank executive except he is in the wrong mode of transport 'danfo' suddenly regurgitates the contents of his buccal folds and shoots with amazing accuracy the juices he has stored out of the window and onto the head of the young girl hawking sweets. He has just dispensed a million acid fast bacilli unto the unsuspecting head of his fellow Nigerian and distributed the contents of his mouth to millions of other fellow Nigerians. God forbid.

I think we need to start a "NO spitting" campaign because i truly believe that the mass of spitting Lagosians/Nigerians are about to release an epidemic of spit borne ailments into Nigeria's airspace. Worse than that we may be forced to carry umbrellas around and wear protective garments to guard against the spit missiles!

Be a spot, pass on this message your life may depend on it STOP SPITTING, SWALLOW INSTEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comments

  1. Admin UD11:13 AM

    I doubt people can ever stop spitting. It's not only in naija. It's quite frequent in England too. You mostly see huge spits along the sidewalks...very disgusting..Aaargh!

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  2. Andrew F. Alalade7:26 PM

    You think Naija folk spit.....that's nothing oooh! Check out the Glasgow folk, meeeen, they are champs in the game.

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  3. Anonymous10:44 PM

    You should come to New York and see spit. It takes concentration not to step on fresh sputum. Awful!

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