#storytime.........

Adam and eve, make una bring una money from front there and make everybody hold change o, yelled the conductor. I don’t know why these conductor likes to start trouble, because a boy and a girl are sitting together in front you’ve made them a couple? I thought to myself because I dare not say out loud. I know what you’re thinking, I’m not scared of the conductor, I don’t have the strength to start a fight. I look outside the window trying to find something that will distract me, it’s been a very long day at work today and I was hoping to get home so I could bake and rest well for tomorrow. Tomorrow is my big day at the office, I have a presentation.
It’s 9pm and I’m still stuck here in traffic, oh my God! When will I get home?
Oga, them go flog your pikin for school yeye man, our bus driver yelled at another driver who overtook us carelessly. But was that even comment necessary? I mean, focus on the situation here, we are trying to get home and there’s probably garden egg thrown all over the place in front and that could be the cause of this traffic. Lagos! I exhaled loudly.
Huh.............finally, the end of another tiring day. What a day it has been! I can’t believe I came home late today again, after everything I did to beat this Lagos traffic. Guess I’d just go to bed because I definitely would not be able to stay up all night baking plus, I have to be at work tomorrow, a SATURDAY!!! Story of my life.
The rays of the rising sun flashes through my windows as it woke me from a deep slumber, I got up and gosh the time was far gone and I’m almost running late for work. I hurriedly took my bath and decided to put a call through to the office informing my colleague to buy time for me because I have a presentation today. I was still on the call with my shoulder holding the phone to my ear as I try to put my other foot in my trousers when I smelled my toast burning. Oh well! There goes my breakfast. I left my cubicle already wishing today was over.
I got to the office, pitched my presentation and what an applause was given; of course I’m and impediment of beauty with brains. Being done for the day, I packed my files and set out to go home. I reached inside my bag and got my phone hoping these ride app would give an affordable price to the house, I checked and.......I think I’ll just hit the bus home.
Starring outside the window, I watched mothers with their urchins strapped to their back running through traffic sourcing for lovely good through their hustle of hawking. Then, I look at graduates like me now who have now turned to the streets for their everyday living, some hawk and others are what we call Lagos agbertout). What a world! I exclaimed to myself knowing that some of them had jobs before they lost it.
I try to imagine the thought that could possibly be running through the minds of these street hawkers when they see all these ajebo (sophisticated people) pass them by to buy the same community(ies) they(hawkers) sell at shoprites or other big shopping malls.
I try to think of what or how a banana seller feels going back home with the remains of the goods knowing it’s a perishable commodity and wouldn’t make it to the next day, and this is because the so called ajebo choose not to buy these things from a street hawker. I wonder if they (ajebo) know what great deal they’ll be doing of they decide to buy these things from street hawkers.
I took a deep breath and signed as I thought to myself E go beta, snapping into reality as the conductor called my bus stop.