Strange Bus Fellows, Food and Love in Traffic

Throwing back this Wednesday…

So I was on the notorious Lagos-Ibadan express-way some years ago trying to make it to my cousin’s wedding in time. Alas, the road had another plan in mind. The traffic was mind-numbing. All the while, Olamide’s “Yemi my lover” kept playing in my head. I don’t mean, earbuds-music-playing. I mean the voice-in-my-head-singing-kind.

Just when I thought my head wont stop singing, after about 3hrs in traffic already, someone decided to start sharing traffic tales – of how one time, they were stuck in traffic at Ikorodu heading to one of the Ijebu towns when they saw a bride being whisked away on a bike so she wouldn’t miss her own wedding.

Another talked of how one mother of the bride had to serve the wedding meal to people in traffic when she realized she might not be going anywhere that day.

While this was going on, one woman began coughing excessively so much that the person beside her started adjusting on the seat to give her enough space. This was at the time when Ebola was said to be in Lagos. Everyone on the bus began eyeing the woman like “e fit be ebola” even when we knew coughing was not one of the symptoms of the virus. The space ehn, it would conveniently take two people. The fear of Ebola sha. Who wan die?

Oh and there was the tale of a man who shared with us how he met his wife on a bus trip to Benin. With nothing else to talk about, we decided it was time to talk about how a lot of travellers miss their buses on that particular road because they got tired of sitting in traffic and decided to take a walk. By the time the traffic starts moving again, they can’t identify which bus is theirs.

What’s your traffic story?

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6 thoughts on “Strange Bus Fellows, Food and Love in Traffic

  1. I’m cracking up at the people who “misplaced” their buses!!! So what happens to their luggage and other stuffs. Can you imagine being stuck on Lagos-Ibadan with nothing because you “misplaced” your bus? πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­πŸ˜­πŸ˜­.

    Most of my traffic stories are bathroom related so I’ll just slide out before I disgrace my children’s generation.

    1. No one mentioned if they managed to get to their destinations or if they got their luggage back. Maybe one day we’ll get closure on those stories too and I can put it up here in a post.

      Bathroom-related? Oh my! Those are usually the most hilarious. I’d love to hear them though, perhaps you won’t mind sharing privately

  2. Traffic. …is one thing, HOLDup is another thing. Numerous traffic stories are playing in my head right now, but that of the good old 😁 lasu days still stand out with the walk from barracks to under bridge tradefair as the πŸ’ on the πŸŽ‚.

    1. πŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ƒ… those ones definitely top the chart… All those trekking, chai! We suffered sha. Something about what doesn’t kill you. Not sure I can trek like that now.

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