Nothing fascinating has happened today, but let me tell you about something that happened some days ago on my way to work.
I prefer taking the BRT buses these days, especially the new blue ones. They have that ‘abroad in Lagos’ experience. The red Lag buses have failed me more than once — developing an issue on the way, forcing passengers to find another bus. I usually opt for the red ones when the queue for the blue is unbearable; I’ve had to wait for 30-40 minutes sometimes for one to arrive. This was the case on this day, so I bought a ticket and got on the red Lag bus heading to the island.
The bus was somewhat empty, just about 5 people inside. I sat next to a lady seated on the window seat, earphones plugged in. While on the bus, we could see the queue for the blue buses just across us. The longer it took for our bus to get filled, the shorter the blue bus queue was getting. The lady beside me tapped me and asked, as she pointed across, “Sorry please, where is that blue bus going to?” I told her its destination was the same as our bus, and for the same price. She was surprised, then she continued listening to music. The few passengers on our bus grew impatient and started getting down to get another bus. I understood that they were probably more in a hurry than I was, so I wasn’t fazed by their exit The lady beside me joined them.
Few minutes later, our bus gradually getting filled up, I saw the lady walking up and down across. She seemed to have joined the wrong queue for the blue bus (there was another one for Oshodi). I shook my head and thought, if only she was patient enough, she’d be inside our bus which was about leaving. The bus left the park and I couldn’t stop thinking of this lady’s impatience. Patience is really a virtue, I thought.
Ojota was unusually and unnecessarily traffic-laden that morning. As I began wondering what the cause of the traffic was, the bus stopped moving as we slowly approached Ogudu. The engine was on, but it just wasn’t moving. Clutch problem, the driver said. People started coming down, but I sat still, unfazed again, believing everything would be fine soon. About 20 minutes went by and still no solution. I finally got impatient and got down and walked to the nearest bus stop, looking back a few times to see if the bus had been worked on. While looking back, about four blue buses passed and an elderly woman said if she had known she’d have gone with the blue instead. I continued walking. I got to the bus stop and struggled my way into a danfo going to the island. I shook my head and watched some Netflix on my phone.
Thirty minutes later, I got down and was a bike away from my destination when it began to rain cats and dogs. I was beaten by the rain and got to work soaked. I narrated my morning to my colleagues as I settled in. As the ‘sorry ehn’ and ‘eyah’ followed my narration, I remembered the lady and wished I had followed her ‘impatient’ steps of leaving the red Lag bus.