Plenty of years ago, I watched a movie titled Lagos
Nah Wah, where a man who had just come into Lagos from the Eastern part
of the country ‘experienced’ Lagos for the first time, the good, bad, along with
the ugly. That was my first glimpse of
Lagos. Having lived in Jos my whole
life, and reading about Lagos and its beaches in novels, I always thought Lagos
was a fulfillment of Heaven on earth, I imagined the beautiful and calm life I would
live in this palm filled city when I grew up.
my image of Lagos. |
Fast forward to about 20 years later, I entered a night bus
heading to Lagos for the first time. Oh
the
joy! The excitement! The sense of fulfillment! I think I was happier than Sméagol and his
one-true-precious-ring. Well, after a
couple of years in Lagos, almost all my illusions have been shattered, but
today, today, I think I became a true Lagosian, I had my very own “one chance”
experience, and by the grace of God, I can tell the story.
I had just gotten to Oshodi from Ajao estate, where I went to
pick up stuffs from a friend, and I needed to take a bus going to Ojodu Berger
where I stay. Not being very conversant with the terrain, I enquired from a
couple of bus conductors and passengers on the best route to take, I was told
to wait by road for buses heading that way.
I had quite a number of bags with me, and was just wondering
how I would sit in a bus, when a taxi pulled over and the driver asked “where
you dey go?” I think that should have been my first clue, the fact that he didn’t
say where he was going, but, what did I know. I said Berger, and he said “oya
enter with you 150 change o”. He already had a female passenger in the front,
so I got in behind, then a young man who had been standing beside me entered
too. My second clue should have been the fact that he dint bother to look for
more passengers.
We had barely pulled off, when the young lady in front began
to plead with the driver to collect a hundred naira for her fair, which annoyed
the driver and the rest of us, I mean, from Oshodi? Woman please! Then the driver pulled over and told her to get
off, and he angrily said “how you go pay me #100 when I know say na
money you carry for those carton inside my boot”, that should have been
my third clue, how did he know??
And the woman launched into a surreal tale of how she is a
runs girl who is married to an Alhaji, but is running for her dear life because
he had turned her into a sex toy, and how she sleeps with dogs for him, and how
he videos it for white men… it was just incredible, the kind of stories one
reads in magazines. Then she casually informed us that she had about 20 million
naira in those cartons, but she was willing to share because she is naturally
not greedy’
Words can’t even begin to express what was running through
my mind, for reasons I do not understand, I had gone into panic mode. Even though they kept trying to get me to
contribute, a voice in my head kept saying “do not utter a word in this
conversation”, moreover, the reverend sister in me had gone into prayer mode. Everything about them felt wrong, we were on
top speed on the express, the car was locked, my side had no handle, my window
was wound up, and it had no control handle too. At a stage, the other three
occupants were totally focused on trying to make sure I said something, it was
as if they were joining forces. The driver
kept staring at me from the rearview mirror, while the other two had faced me
and were pressuring me to say something, I could feel them closing in on me, I kept
praying!
The lady promised to
give 2million if I could just say something, the young man tried to make me see
sense in sharing the money with them, and the spirit of the Lord in me made
sure I was mute all through. Then
finally, a bus stop! In a calm voice that did not betray the tumult in me, I said,
“oga I go stop here” the driver looked at me as if he dint believe what he just
heard, when I calmly repeated myself, he reluctantly pulled over, as if he couldn’t
believe he was doing it. I got down,
pulled out my wallet and gave him his fare, which he hesitantly collected. Before he pulled off, all three of them
looked at me like I had two head or something, but I knew I had just been
saved!
I felt like a cloud had been lifted from me in that instant.
I had heard people talk of ‘one chance’, but it never felt like something that
could happen to me, well I can only say THANK YOU LORD!
I thank God that it was an incomplete one-chance experience, I wonder what we would have been saying now.
ReplyDeleteShame to those criminals.
I really thank God o, because a lot of people don't live to tell their own stories.
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