We all have those days and I have them at least once a month. Living in Lagos is not moin-moin…unless you’re gbogbo bigz girls and bigz boys. For the normal person, Lagos is tough. Lagos is tough. Lagos is tough! How many times did I tell you? I cried a little before I went to bed last night because I was so so so tired of the hustle and bustle. I’m very sure the sun shinning in Lagos is not the one shinning in other parts of Nigeria. Kilode!
Okay, I start my morning, very early by 5:30 but I snooze till 6: 00am. Some of my friends with kids are awake by 4:00 am…nitori Olorun…4:00am! Na which time dem kon sleep? Anyways, to even get up from the bed 6:00 is so much struggle and then when I open my eyes, the sound of generator just gives me headache! It is rare that there’s power all night…at least you’ll have to wake up at night to switch to generator at some point (that’s 1 hour of sleep lost).
So I jump in the shower and if I’m lucky that there was power the day before the water from the heater will be warm, if it isn’t then I have to go and boil some water. These are things you people in obodo oyinbo do not consider as luxury, but I do. I love a shower in the morning so if I boil with kettle it means I go baff with bucket and “bailer”. Third World Problems atink?
Anyways, I have to hurry to work and from the start of my street, the traffic begins, sunkere, fakere… morning traffic is very annoying. I push that traffic from my area, through third mainland bridge, all the way to Lagos Island. I don’t like that bridge, but I spend at least 3 hours a day on it daily. Let’s skip the stress at work.
My journey home is even more tiring…the same route back. If it was just traffic that one had to deal with it can still be managed, but I have to struggle to drive defensively. On some days I’m not so lucky, somebody must jam my car…and they will beg you in the name of the God you serve that dem nor get money to help you fix it – there’s nothing you can do about that. In the beginning my car was clean, right now it has scratches, bumps around it and I am not bothered to fix it! I’ve said my dream car to drive in Lagos is a TUNDRA make I kon see who nor dey fear face kon jam me. Woju oh!
Apart from traffic, you have to dodge LASTMA who are busy hunting people down instead of doing their jobs…see as their eye dey red. You will still dodge crazy danfo, keke, okada…and then people that just stray into the road. Is there no sense at all?
Getting back home to no power and sound from everybody’s generator is annoying to no end…I dream of a Nigeria where we don’t have to use generator anymore..when oh when?! You can’t even take a walk to clear your head…noise and waste pollution. Plus I have to think about security…security even in my own house! Why am I complaining? I’m just tired ni…but I know that there are days like this and things will get better. All I need right now is:
Constant Power (No More Generators)
Common Sense For Road Users (Only God Can Help)
Peace!
Constant Power (No More Generators)
Common Sense For Road Users (Only God Can Help)
Peace!
Where do you live? And does it stress you out like this?
