So how do i begin.
Today, i set out for something I’d like to call a journey of memirism and realization of the city of Lagos. I’ve never tried heading out to the University Of Lagos publicly but today I did. My adventure today was perfect (I feel its too much). So i decided to let you know about my journey today.
I was already dressed up when my mum sent me on an errand before my sister ( IG: dark.liquor) and I left our abode. We got on a bike from our house to Agric. The bikeman was one of God’s sent angel, so nice, humble, and gentle on the road. He apologized to everyone who he splashed mud on cheerfully calling them ‘Oga’ and ‘Madam’. Although he still remained a Nigerian in terms of hustling, why? Because he carried the two of us even though the law had said that that wasn’t allowed with a fine 0f #5000. So, he passed another way leaving us to cross the road to Agric.
For some reasons not certain to me, my sister said we were going to board the BRT at Ikorodu Garage not Agric. We hopped on a bike once again,the ride was quite different and this time a lot more scarier. We were moving on a bike on the BRT lane with a BRT behind. I crossed my fingers and throughout the ride i kept repeating ‘God seat on this bike with us’. At the end we got to Ikorodu garage.
*THE PUBLIC TRANSPORT*
Honestly, I am born with a silver spoon so it limits me from phasing through the rigid public lifestyle in Lagos. It was either I was in a car to go out, or i didnt go at all.
Government knows what this BRT means, because I’m to lazy to even try to find out what it actually means. We purchased a ticket for three, since my sister’s friend, Tomisin was going to meet us up.
Damn! The cue was extremely long with various people trying to bring feed home for their families and other heading out for the muslim celebrations. Luckily for us, we were the first three to get on the bus so we sat at the top seats.
Dear Nigerians, whats the point of buying a standing ticket if eventually you are going to seat on a platform for someones feet.
There was this man who made me spread my legs so that he could sit in between untill we arrived at Fadeyi Bus-stop. There were various things I thought of doing to the man, Pretending to kick his head unpurposely, Farting onto his head or telling him I wanted to close my legs.
When we arrived Fadeyi, I didn’t know. I was still mesmerized by the beauty of Maryland Mall which one day I’ll go to. We needed to get to Yaba and the only way was to get on those repaired neglected vehicles, “Danfo”. In my mind, I was cringing badly for an Uber Cab but it was A Public Day Out.
The first we saw was like a mini-van that could only take four people, Tomisin called it a ‘One Chance’ bus. Then my sister saw one of her friend named ‘Eddie’ and we got on the Danfo. My sister said that Eddie was just like me but he got used to this irking thing. Everything in the Danfo irritated me as it began to vibrate uselessly, hitting metals against metals with the conductor chasing after the bus. His voice was loud and he was tattered and rough.
We didnt want to take the university shuttle from Yaba, so we got on a ‘Keke Marua’ (If my spelling is correct). The Keke was the best ride because of the man in the Keke with us. Maybe he’s one of those boys used in adverts that love music and oneday will make it in life with MTN ‘Everywhere You Go’. He had a pair of ear piece plugged in and was covering an American rap like he gad his throat scorched. He didn’t even care if we were chuckling to his rap, he just continued until we reached school gate and Eddie went somewhere.
Now what we went to do in LAG was our business not yours, but let me keep up with the fun part.
I told my sister that I wanted to see more of the school and she didn’t mind. Tomisin was thirsty and needed to get a bottle of water, so our first stop was Mr. Biggs. The restaurant had become a complete failure. It had 3 tables and 2 seats each, and when we walked in there were only two people inside which were the only people that worked there, the manager, and the waiter/chef/cashier. It was literally mock restaurant, the foods and snacks were much but they had no customer except the mini LG flat tuned in to HipTV.
Then we moved on sort of park that had green grass and pelicans trooping around with beautiful flowers. There seemed to be a party opposite so we just danced to the music rather than going there to do Owambę. And if you must know, it was a child’s birthday party.
We went into a bookshop, me with the hope that i would buy Jowhor Ile “And after many days” but the only thing that was fascinating in the bookshop was the staircase that lead to nowhere and the UNILAG souvenirs.
Then the best place was the third mainland bridge view. To begin with, i was irritated when I saw about ten love birds on benches as though that’s whay brought them to school.
We took pictures on trees and searched for a broken wall to make contact withthe water. Then we found a fallen tree that had it roots out. And as Nigerians we took pictures at such glorious landmarks. The crab were so tiny and little but they look devilish to me already. We went past the zoological garden but did not enter.
We went to the Faculty of science, then under the architectural faculty or so, got pass GTB bank and went in search of a cab to take us to school gate.
Remember the bikeman earlier, well the cabman who was going to take us to school gate was rude and God will reward him . But apart from that, the rest of my journey was sweet and breezy as I dozed off.