Eko! Oju ẹ re

Getting back into Lagos and trying to adapt to the Lagos life has been really thrilling. Being the proper islander lol. You can’t excuse the whole public transport part of Lagos life. Especially when you reside on the Island (not the lekki gang o) 😐😐😐
My first obstacle was trying to familiarise my self with the whole idea of taking a public transport in Lagos. I keep emphasising on Lagos cus I’m aware that it might be different elsewhere. You think it’s easy to get used to the sukere-fakere awon moto larin adugbo? Or the way conductors shout, drivers yell out curses at one another? 😭😭😭
Lemme gist y’all about my first experience in a danfo by myself. I had a meeting scheduled for 1pm at ICM. Y’all needed to see how I was forming hard girl for my mom before I left the house 😭😭😭. 'Mosun, shey I should get one of your cousins to go with you? Or you’ll get a taxi?’ I was like, 'A whole Ajokeade that was born and bred on the island, you really think I can’t find my way to Ikeja?’ Na so your gbogbo bizzgeh got inside a bus going to Ikeja tollgate from Oshodi street and reality dawned on me. Nah, no jokes. I was really scared. Didn’t know what to say or do. See eh, to do this Lagos gragra no dey easy atall. I couldn’t even shout ordinary 'owa o' when I got to my bus stop 😭😭😭😭 opelope other passengers that were getting off too, I for don reach tollgate before I comot.
Okay, here’s the ish. I presumed it was by face. I thought that all I needed to do was just strong my face and I’ll be fine. No Jonny-just-come vibes. Hoping that no one will guess anything. And everything will be alright. Lol. If only 😭😭😭😭😭. But yeah, that was how my first time (after years of being away) transporting in a public bus went.
Personally, I hate being on bikes. Lol. I just can’t deal! Arrrghhhhh. It’s like the okada will just crash and kill me 😐😐😐. Even before I travelled, I’d rarely use bikes — unless it was really necessary. PS: I can’t take bikes on my own 😔😔😔. Anyways, my first experience (as an IJGB) on a bike wasn’t nice at all. I was squashed 😭😭😭😭😭😭.
Quick rant on why thin people get squashed in public transport 😐. This is something I think we really need to rally for. Ah. Respect the body size. DONT FUCKING SQUASH ME. It’s like being a thin person makes you a victim of squashing. Like, you can’t escape it — ninu Maruwa, danfo, even ontop okada 😭😭😭😭 (except the second person is thin as well). I think all thin people that have experienced or are currently experiencing this unfairness should come together to rally. #naThinWeThinWeNoKillPerson. Abi no be the same tfare we dey pay? Ewo wa ni chancing gan sef? Ah. And the way they will be dragging your squashing with you 😭😭😭 M: 'oga, I say make you dress na. I’m squashed' Oga: ‘Ah, but you are fine na, how much body wey you get’. egbani elaja o 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂.
End of rant
I think I was really scared of falling off, so I nearly wanted to enter the bike man 😭😭😭😭. I can’t be the only one that is so scared of bikes 😐😐😐. Y’all should DM me, lerrus form a support group. So yup! I hate bikes, would only get on one with another person. Yeske, I can’t be by myself on a bike. And if I feel like the second person will squash me, then I’ll pass. Lol. Unless the distance isn’t trekkable.
Napeps are the next best thing after slice bread (you can argue with your ceiling fan)

If you live around Obalende/olushi/okepopo/adeniji Etc. You’ll understand the importance of maruwas. And for someone like me, that detests bikes, Maruwa is my next fav option ❤. It makes this whole okadaless Lagos life of mine more enjoyable.
One thing I can’t stand when it comes to taking public transport in Lagos (I’ll take being squashed over this any day any time) is sitiing.next.to.a.passenger.that.smells. I really don’t know how to say this any nicer. Ah. EMA FO ABIA YIN. ẹjọ ffs. Please, even if it’s not for you. Eh. For the sake of the unfortunate person that’ll sit next to you 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. I really think I hate being squashed, cus squashing comes with being to close to other passengers = you inhaling all kinds of orun 😔😔😔.
There was a day that I boarded Obalende bus after work from Yaba. This lovely man came in at Sabo, and sat next to me. No qualms na, I adjusted for him. Lol. Error. Biggest mistake that Mosunmola did that day 😭😭😭😭😭. Baba followed me to 'adjust' sotey he rested his armpit on my right shoulder. Na so my shoulder start to dey feel wet. Ah. I can feel his sweat on my shoulder right now! 😣😒😒😒😒.
Lemme give y’all a life tip: if you enter danfo and the need arises for you to adjust to make the passenger next to you sit more comfortably. My dear, you gats calculate how far you’ll adjust to your left. Don’t move with the expectation that this lovely passenger will consider you when they are 'dressing' as well. Use your Opolo and adjust with discretion. Leave a little bit of space next to you.
So the next time you find your self in an awkward position — like I did. You’ll have space to yidi. If only I knew then what I know now. But anyways, that was how I endured sweat drip-drop from Sabo to Obalende 😔😔😔
On a not-so-lighter note, I came to work escorted by my mom today (Oshodi annex) using public transport, and I have no idea how to get back home. Lol. Appyas your favourite baby girl is going to da eko mo today today 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. Y’all should please keep my in your prayers ❤
