Lagos is a different city entirely ,the hustle and bustle is always top to other states in Nigeria.
it's with a whole lot of citizens and side hustle.
in lagos you need to be smart and agile else you will get cheated on or bullied.
It's meant to be known as the bedrock of traffic , in lagos you add the traffic time to your schedule, if you would like to be at a place by 7am then you calculate the time to be spent in traffic and add up to leave early.
it's a normal thing to be stuck in traffic in lagos the only abnormal thing is spending the whole day in traffic.
The funny thing is sometimes you do not even know the cause of traffic till you move pass it funny right?
yeah makes me wonder if lagos is just destined to be full of traffic.
Lagosian are used to traffic that whenever we are out and no traffic we get surprised and at the same time on guard to be sure if all is right because the only thing that can make the road free is either a robbery is in process or something is happening.
My Worst Traffic experience happened one rainy day,I must say I hated the fact that traffic existed this day.
On this raining Friday, I was out very early just to avoid traffic and fortunately for me I was able to avoid the traffic only for me to be done to head back home and rain started
I was at isolo when it started raining.
It rained that I had to stay back where I was till 6pm
Unfortunately for me , my friend that could have offered me a lift back home to Abule -Egba left earlier that day.
The cold was much that it started getting to me,
In my head I started planning how to navigate my way home knowing fully well I would spend hours in traffic.
I was ready for it but then I didn't see a full stand still traffic coming.
I set out, leaving around past 6:00pm in the evening with the rain still drizzling.
After 30 minutes of waiting and slightly shivering, thank goodness I got on a yellow bus heading to Oshodi.
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When we past 5 star and Ladipo bus stop we saw this long traffic ahead, right inside of me I was praying To God so as the traffic will keep moving instead of a stand still.
All of a sudden I heard the conductor shout "Everybody should come down saying the traffic is too much for him to continue and he won't be going anymore".
I had to drop at charity bus stop, continued my second phase of trekking to Oshodi terminal where I can use my COWRY BUS CARD to board a BRT heading to Abule-Egba.
As if I've not suffered enough. The long queue was terrifying. All buses were trapped in the traffic.
I was on a queue for like 2 hours (I got to the terminal few minutes past 7, before finally getting on a bus exactly 9.15) I was so hungry, tired and cold.
I took my seat at the back right corner of the bus sitting close to the window so as to be able to see outside through the window.
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Here we go, the journey to Abule-Egba Vai BRT
I was thinking the journey will be faster with the BRT I boarded (because they have their own lane for easy movement) not knowing I was in for a long one.
The journal started slowly due to the yellow buses parking and loading under the Oshodi bridge.
Finally the BRT made way into its lane, to my surprise the bus is not moving as fast as supposed, I looked out of the window, Lo and behold, the whole road is flooded with yellow buses, both the general lane for all and the BRT lane inclusive.
So many vehicles now had to switch to using the BRT LANE which made the lane congested and every one moving slowly
We spent more than one hour between shogunle bus stop to Ikeja along
My stomach was aching, my hands and feet wear cold , I was just vibing to the slow RnB groove that was blasting, heartfelt cool sound through my airpod perfectly positioned in my left and right ear, blocking every surrounding sound and laments of every individual on the bus.
When we got to Iyana ipaja, every other vehicles had moved back to their respective lanes, making it easier for the BRT to move faster.
In no time we are at Abule -Egba finally.
I alighted from the bus at exactly past 11.pm, thinking I will just get a bike that will drop me off in front of my house.
Little did I know, that the struggle continues.
I got to Abule -Egba bus stop and the road was very busy (stand Still taffic) no movement from both sides of the road, no bikes and nothing
I sighed and felt little drop of water running down my cheeks. God knows I was just too tired to walk for the next 30mins down to my house on an empty stomach and a heavy backpack.
I summoned courage to start trekking seeing everyone else both young and old trekking, even the once inside the stand still traffic had to drop to continue their journey on foot all because the traffic was a serious one
With my airpod still pluged into my ears I changed the genre of the song to an afro beat song in other to synchronise my movement with the beat of the song
I limped for joy at the sight of my residence gate. I grabbed my keys, to open the gate , then dragged myself in at few minutes past 12am in the morning
When I got in, all I could manage to do is get a glass of water, gulp it down my throat, and landed on the bed without pulling off my clothes, then black out.
It was one the days I hated traffic existed and a day out with heavy rain.
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