I MISSED THE BUS
I got to the bus stop at my usual time, hoping to beat the morning traffic. My usual five minutes wait for the bus gradually stretched fifteen minutes now going on forty, I was already tired of the wait and standing and I was running late… did I say running late? When I’m still at the bus stop a few minutes to resumption time I’m so late it makes a mockery of my effort of waking up early. As the waiting time increased even so the number of folks waiting on the bus did. Then in the distance one of the Yellow Hunchy is approaching the bus stop, rather than heave a sigh of relief, I’m hoping its empty so we can all get in. the Bus had barely stopped when the struggle to get in started, a struggle that had no regard for gender nor what folks were wearing. From the sight I was better off looking than get in the struggle, and yet not get in the bus. And those bus stop agbero just hop on the bus to collect their #50 without even coordinating the madness, “well that’s Lagos for you” th