The air is rarely clean. The poisonous stew from the very efficient exhaust fumes from vehicles, dust, sweat and vivid curses thrown by the drivers, burns at the back of my throat. Making me want to throw up.
And yet we find it refreshing; exciting even.
The rush and the madness on the road are succour to the real Lagosian's heart.
Mu changi e wole o!
Well if you have a penchant for trouble I suggest you board a 50 naira bus with 1000 naira note. You are guaranteed to get an ear full. Not only for you but for every member of your family.
It doesn't always get physical, but at times you might get lucky and see a live performance with blood, spit, sweat and curses spurting everywhere.
Sigh, where shall I begin? Lagos where people price gala in traffic jam and pure water for 3 10naira. Or the Lagos when during Christmas people hawk live hens in traffic jams?
My sweet Lagos where passengers encourage the driver to pass BRT lanes and give the LASTMA guys a good run. Most times in vain of course.
Or the Lagos where civil servants work like they are doing your entire generation a favour.
Or the Lagos where public gardens are under lock and key?
She is a city of madness!
Yes , Lagosians see traffic and relax with gala, la casera and their ear piece firmly in their ears.
Or the Lagos where you get hot food to buy in the middle of the night?
The madness is a rush to the bloodstream, the insults a reason to laugh or scowl in some cases, the scrambling to board bus a competition and when you get a seat? You are the champ!
A Lagos where our governor dances shoki.
I am proud of being, living and breathing the air in Lagos.
Eko oni baje o!
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