I was going to write my own gist about the street this week when I was this and I knew that nothing that happened to me this week could be compared to
Something interesting happened on my way to Oshodi this morning. At the park, this rough mean-looking conductor also known as “agbero” in Yoruba was screaming for passengers, his vernacular oscillating between Yoruba and pidgin English.
“Oshod! Oshod!” He shouted angrily as I along with some other passengers scuttled for seats. There was this beautiful young lady who READ MORE
“Toll gate, 120!! Toll gate, 120. Hol your change o.”
“Conductor na 500 I get o” I said.
“You go pay 150 be that” He said looking serious and a bit distracted. I entered the bus. I just needed to get to my destination and I was not going to let 30 naira hinder me. I had to make it in time for my 9am meeting at Ota and come back early enough for my 12:30 pm meeting at Ikeja. I sat on the third row, close to the rickety door. The bus had five rows excluding the driver and front seat. READ MORE