Loving Lagos
Season 2 Ep 1
Dear Readers,
I have been advised more than once to keep my unconventional musings off Social media and maintain a more serious tone. it should be a professional platform, Stick to insightful, career-driven content, they warn. But how can I? How can I, when my very essence is storytelling, when I thrive on turning life’s chaos into humor, when even the simplest struggles feel like grand adventures worth sharing?
Take yesterday , for instance. What started as a routine commute became a battle of agility, speed, and sheer willpower, one that ended with me securing a seat in a korope heading to Ojuelegba from the Island.
The sky was not just darkening, it was brooding, thick with the kind of anger only Lagos weather can summon. The clouds hung low, restless, heavy with the promise of a merciless downpour. It felt like a child about to let out an uncontrollable wail, and I knew that at any moment, the heavens would open. My laptop was in my bag, and I was in no mood to test its resilience against Lagos rain.
Then I saw it. The conductor’s frantic gestures, the barely audible call of “Ojuelegba! Ojuelegba!” over the chaos of the street. There was no time to think. I moved instinctively, dodging hesitant bystanders, maneuvering past other desperate passengers, and in one swift motion, I leaped into the moving bus.
Should I be doing this? Should a respectable adult be engaging in such stunts? I don’t have the answer to that, and quite frankly, I refuse to dwell on the ethics of bus-jumping when the alternative is standing in the rain, drenched, laptop at risk, dignity in shambles.
Is this my first time? Absolutely not. But what made this one special? The sheer satisfaction of securing a seat, avoiding the downpour, and knowing, if only for a moment, that I had conquered Lagos.
Now tell me, have you ever jumped a bus, or do you still wait patiently, hoping life will grant you a seat?
For those of you who are new here, welcome. This series is my unfiltered documentary of life in this city every struggle, every small victory, and every ridiculous adventure in between. Lagos never runs out of stories, and as long as I am here, I will keep telling them.
Yourpenship,
Vera Sorochi.
Wowww! Amazing. I’ve always heard about bus jumping in Lagos and it has always sounded scary but you’ve brightened it up 😊