Story Story!

At exactly 5:00pm in the evenIng, on a buzzing street of Lagos lies an 18-seater Danfo bus in a go-slow traffic that lasted for several hours was headed for Mile2 from Marina. In this adventurous and bubbling bus are professionals like Teachers, lady bankers, Market women and the likes.

We hadn't even gotten to the National Theatre when one of the market women highlighted the driver by shouting at him to hurry up, and stop allowing drivers overtake him in the traffic. It was from this moment that commotion started. People in the bus that were mute before now suddenly had their voices and knew they had to quickly get home to cook for their families. Me as a story teller that I am, was just at the back seat jejely sipping my cold zobo while reading a newspaper, and at the same time enjoying their arguments.

We were almost at Orile when the driver almost hit a passerby from trying to avoid another danfo from overtaking him. Out of fear, I quickly yelled at him not to put everybody's life at risk because of some selected few. That was how this woman channelled all her sango energy towards me, saying all sort of things, that I am an uncultured and Ill-mannered child. I didn't retaliate but allowed her.

After her whole rant, I calmly apologized to her, and told her that I also have kids that I need to cook for at home but their soup is already headed home as I am.