I am not one sharp Lagos girl. Go back to that line and drag the ‘a’ in the sharp. But I understand and know the Lagos sense; that sense where you realize you don’t have the money to enter bus but yet you enter with thirty naira when they tell you its fifty naira. Whatever goes on after you want to give that thirty naira is ruled by the Lagos sense which called Survival of the Fittest.
My case is different as I said. Sha don’t laugh me when you finish reading this story, because e go pain me more. Even after three weeks, whenever I remember what happened, I still hold myself from crying.
A friend called from Ilorin saying he needed my help to pick up some documents at Yaba, ASAP. I laughed into my phone’s speaker and told him that even if I wanted to help, I cannot jog to Yaba from Ikeja and back. He thought about it then sent me Two thousand naira as transport fare. I was happy, as a Lagos girl with sense, I had even calculated my to and fro and the change that might eventually remain. Girls must buy recharge card too now.
Hmmmn, I dressed up and ready to go, my mother called me back and asked if I had eaten. I told her not to worry. My plan was to get fruits on my way back. Feeling fly, I hit the road.
Prior to leaving the house, I borrowed additional one hundred naira from my Mum in order to have a litle change in my purse and made mouth to give it back when I return. I detoured to the ATM machine and withdrew the two thousand naira. I was set to go, but I’ll need your help with mathematics, don’t worry it’s plus and minus 😉.
So this girl has two thousand, one hundred naira in her purse. She boarded a bus to Yaba from Ikeja for two hundred naira, and collected change, From Yaba, she took a bike of three hundred naira to her destination paying whole. Makes Five hundred gone right?
After the transaction, she took a bus of fifty naira to Onipanu and collected change. Alighted and bought fruits worth four hundred naira and collected change.
The weather was getting terrible, the sun was biting and she was thinking of which route home would save her from the sun faster home. She entered a bus going to Ikeja for one hundred and fifty naira. In order to have enough change for her last bus ride, she gave the conductor one thousand and fifty naira. She then alighted and trekked – you know Olowu bustop on your way to the airport? Yes, that’s where she alighted, then trekked down Olowu street and entered a bus going to Shoprite, Alausa Secretariat (home). She dipped her hand to pay and she came up with fifty naira(the exact amount for the trip) and wondered where are other monies were.
Hmmm, she just looked up and stared straight ahead. She couldn’t cry. You know what happened now.
Arrrggh, all my plans… Wooosh! Strong face. I got home, didn’t greet anybody on the street. I beheld my mother and remembered the mouth I made. I was left with fruits -mangoes and plum – and back to square one.
Laugh o, I know its funny but while you are doing that, so I won’t feel alone, tell me when and how something similar to this happened to you.