One Tuesday Morning..

When public transport that never works in your favour particularly targets you on a work morning


After waiting 20-something minutes at the bus stop for a red bus, my colleague whom I was sure must have left already gradually appeared in the distance. He had come to join me in the wait.

Some few minutes later, after internally contemplating taking a yellow bus (danfo) and ready to jump on the one that had just stopped in my front, my colleague snapped me out of my deliberation and flagged down a red bus. Yes! ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿพ A red bus finally turned up ๐Ÿ˜ญ! Ketu-Ojota-Mile12-Sabo-Koodu-GRA! ๐Ÿ˜ป๐Ÿ˜ป
The b
-more–>Ojota. Not a single moment of regret ๐Ÿ˜Œ.

Cross the overhead bridge to the other side and get on a connecting bus. No trouble. I do this everyday, no? Surely, God wonโ€™t let anyone spoil my joy this morning.

So I got on an unfortunately snail-ish connecting bus and a few minutes in: O ga o ๐Ÿ™„! Eleyi na ma tun bole ni Radio ๐Ÿ˜’ (So this one too will get off at Radio). After stopping at pretty much every bus stop on that seemingly infinite Kudirat Abiola road, the man who gently sat in my front got the glare of life from behind when he said he was going to stop at the first bus stop on the next road.

From that point on, people got off at nearly every stop ๐Ÿ˜ฉ.. until I heard a funny sound with different volumes and turned back to see my colleague swiftly move across the seat, away from the window. Have you heard when a pump is being played with and someone keeps letting air out and blocking the hose in short, quick successions? That was the sound. The bus gradually slowed down and, lo and behold, the tyre had gone flat ๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿพ. Completely flat ๐Ÿ˜.

What?! Me that has been complaining about the speed and about all the people getting off at all the bus stops since! The tyre now decides to go flat ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™„! Which time am I not going to get to work late like this, o Lord ๐Ÿ˜ซ! Why, oh why ๐Ÿ˜ญ?

I started looking around to see what alternatives were nearby, since I was now only two stops away from my destinationโ€™s bus stop. The conductor took us to the nearest bus stop โ€” which was thankfully a few feet in front โ€” and got a bus to carry us all.

Until I got to my stop, I was thinking about how the conductor of the bus we were now in dared not ask us for money ๐Ÿ™„. After we had paid 100 naira for the entire journey, that one will now ask us to pay 50 naira again ๐Ÿ™„. Nonsense and rubbish. As if we were the ones who deflated the tyre. Mschew.

So I heard my bus stop and I said โ€œO waโ€. I got down and kept a steady side eye in case I heard โ€œOwo da?โ€ ๐Ÿ™„. Money ko! Na me say make tyre buss for road? Or una no sabi una sef ๐Ÿ˜’.

Whew! I looked at the time; 08:05. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ƒ chei!! I cannot believe it!! God, thank you o!

Next stop: the entrance of the office estate gate. Bikes waiting: 0 ๐Ÿ˜ฒ. Maruwas ready to go: loading โ˜น๏ธ. ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™€๏ธ Manuella, give up. Last last, youโ€™ll be 10 minutes late.

Whew! Thatโ€™s it for now guys ๐Ÿ˜. Thanks for reading ๐Ÿ˜˜!