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Lagos, the center of excellence and a home to both the lazy and the hardworking set of people. A common citizen in Lagos, just like everyone else will hustle for the day, not bothering or fretting about tomorrow. One general notion as believed and widely accepted by all is the fact that everyone in Lagos now claims to have a ‘tout-ish nature’, nobody wants to be a victim anymore, even the elites now practice hooliganism on the streets with other drivers; commercial or private.
“Abeg shift jare, make pesyn siddon.” His face was stern and his appearance was the perfect definition of a rugged personality.
“Oshodi oke, oshodi-oke, enter with your 50 Naira change; One thousand, Five hundred no enter cos I no get change o, abeg I no fit fight ooo…” the conductor chanted. I looked on, the journey seemed so short from New-garage but i never knew I was bracing up for what was going to be the longest journey of my life.
“Abeg Money for front, hold your change, I no get change ooo” I changed position to retrieve my wallet from my back pocket to pay the lousy conductor who kept nagging at everybody, “Ogbeni, you sha see say na hundred naira i give you, abeg gimme my change o, I deepened my voice to make him calm his nerves and respect my personality. “Oga, i don hear, i go give you your change, shebi na for Anthony you go comot?”
Looking forward to getting down at my bus-stop, I noticed that I felt empty but I couldn’t place it. All I was concerned about was getting to my bus-stop. The stern-looking guy beside me kept adjusting himself, shifting towards me and saying sorry, he had a bag on his lap; his hands were under the bag as if he was hiding something but paid no attention.
‘Anthony wa o!’ I shouted as the bus made towards the bus-stop. Sorry bros, i want to come down, I excused the rough guy beside me. As I made to drop, I noticed the way he kept looking at me, like a lion that had just had his fair share of a prey. As I turned to continue my walk, i noticed that my phone was missing. Then the big picture crept in; the guy beside me, his bag on his lap and his hands underneath, he kept re-adjusting and would say sorry.
“You dey find your phone? Na that guy wey dey your side carry am. You no see say he no dey comfortable? He don carry your phone go. Naso dem dey do, awon oloshi.” I stood there, at the bus-stop, confused, weak and angry at the same time – I had just been a victim of a commercial bus theft in Lagos for that matter. What a shame!