Chronicles of a Local Man
“ Oshodi, Oshodi, Ikeja Along, Oshodi! ” deafening sounds from bus conductors on a typical weekday in the commercial hub of an Oil-rich west African state. “ Bros, come siddon for front make we dey go nah, Oshodi, National, Along ” this one more specific, addressing me directly but no, I won’t give in. The traffic up ahead is out of this world especially on days when the devils are released. In this city, there are days when you can get a tad lucky and spend less time in traffic (key word: less time) and those are days when the Lagos traffic devils are snoring. “ Aboki, you dey go National ?” I approached the nearest biker. “ Oga, I no fit reach National or Along ooo, na Ajayi Farm I go stop ”, he explained that there’s a police road block ahead and ‘Okadas’ were being arrested. Okay, Ajayi farm estate it is. One more passenger and off we go. Apparently, Ajayi Farm is close to Ikeja Along bus stop (‘Along’ for convenience) and a little trekking won’t hurt. Afterall we a