Men in laundered suits and cassava stained-shirts
Hopped out of the BRT in apocalypse haste
Crispy ties bouncing off in sync with springy steps
My hazy mind pans from the triumphant stallions
To flying eagles, clean wide roads.
Names of places, I heard from TV jingles
Pop up like corns in a pan
Would any entertain my novice pleas?
I fell in line like an indentured worker to the nearest bus-stop
Somnambulists canvassed for passengers in the stead of conductors
It was another day, in learning about Lagos and its blissful Island life
Early February 2011, I returned from national service and to Lagos for the first time in 5 years. The day described above was in March, an interview day at IGI.
While I was lost in admiration of the structures and streets, workers flipped past in a hurry like a fast-forwarded movie. I hopped in but wondered what the haste was about.
Well, I did a three month stint with IGI and now work in Ikeja but I long for that morning hopping, even when in no haste— I later learnt, it meant purpose driven lifestyle.
Here is wishing and confessing a new job for me in Lagos Island.
PS: Oh, It’s a new year or is it the first post of the year? Compliments to all those who shared this space with me last year. God bless you all!
BRT = Bus Rapid Transit
IGI = Industrial and General Insurance