Skip to main content


What's that one street lingo that you grew up hearing about Lagos?

"Shine your eyes" resonates in my head like the large bell from the catholic church that was located few poles from my home as a teenager. As hilarious as that may sound, not all who look, see.

Shine your eyes in Lagos is a street lingo to remind you to be ever vigilant about your immediate surrounding but some people just never play by the rules.

Mondays are crazy. Infact, I have been feeling crazy for a while. Being an adult is enough to make you go crazy, there are always responsibilities; at home, at work, circle of friends, social groups; but what can a woman born of a man do? Nothing!

You signed up for this voluntarily or involuntarily when you stuck out your pink head from that contracting fetal path screaming out your lungs out to a group of nurses urging your mother to 'push.'

Today, I am standing at the bus stop waiting for a bus heading to Victoria Island. There are many other people with the majority dressed in business clothes; suits and ties, skirts, gowns and jackets, plain trousers and shirts.

The rain does not have an inkling that it's a Monday. The silly thing is about to weep like an overpampered baby. There is an uneasiness hanging in the air. Are we going to get to work wet or not seemed to be the common worry.

There is a noticeable checking of timepieces and wristwatches by bystanders. Suddenly, a bus pulls up before us.  One thing is certain. It's a move for the strong and swift. There is a mad rush to get in the bus.

I wriggle my way into the bus holding my phone and wallet then watch while the others wriggle in too amidst some 'mild kickboxing.' This is Lagos, you need the personality of being refined yet a gangster when the need arises.

There are three young men seated by my side. Soon the guy seated close to the right window yells

"Where my phone!?"

Passengers on the bus are staring at him like a crazy man but we know what has happened. The 'real owners of his phone have come for it.'

He looks dazed and shaky. "Jesus! Where my phone?" He fumbles through his pockets and empties his bag. There is nothing in them obviously.

"Abeg, bros help me call am!" He appeals to a guy seated at the front seat.

The young man asks for his number and dials it, "E dey ring"

We are listening intently to hear it ring but silence meets our hearing sense. The perpetrators are often never close to the scene. His phone was definitely on its way to a corner where it would be exchanged for a paltry sum. That's just the way it is.

The driver's empathy period seemed to be over, so he zooms off leaving the confused and shaking young man at the bus stop phoneless.

I am still basking in empathy for the brother who had started his week on a sad note. We had barely driven for fifteen minutes. There was a bit of rough manouvering in front. A black SUV in front attempted to overtake our bus. Our 'fast and furious' driver tried to practise some 'asphalt ride moves' and rammed into the bumper of the SUV.

I look back and there is a Nigerian Police (PCRC) - Police Community Relations Community tag on the windscreen pane of the SUV. I am already weeping for the driver. He sits pretty in the bus and insists that the SUV driver made her mistake too.

The driver alights and she is a woman.  Soon our driver alights too. I see where his confidence came from. He is a mobile Policeman dressed in a white polo and his military trousers. He goes over talks in a low tone with her for a while then bends over to fix the bumper himself.

They both shake hands and leave like nothing ever happened.

Even if you don't have an identity card in this country.  Ensure you  have money, influence or power.

Lagos PickPockets 1 Vs Brother Bus Rusher 0

Mopol 1 Vs Madam PCRC 1


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog


Heads up, people! 

Walking into a shop to purchase an item does not look appealing to me anymore. This is one of my decisions for the new year being that if something is not worth it then there is no point buying it especially trying to impress another fellow. 

I have chosen to stick to buying experiences rather 'things.' One of my observation is that experiences cannot be stolen or compromised. They stick like your gum sap sticks to a tree. 

So maybe before you buy that expensive Emporio Armani wristwatch or Jimmy Choo shoes, it might be imperative to checkmate if there are experiences that same amout can buy you. Don't get me wrong, it is as clear as crystal that you need to shop for clothings, food, phones or luxury from time to time but bear in mind that your happiness can't be tied to any item. That vibe you get is nothing but a fleeting one . 

“One of the enemies of  happiness is adaptation,” Thomas Gilovich reveals. “We buy things to make us happy, and we succeed. B…


Jim Rohn had his opinion that "If you don't like where you, change it. You are not a tree." Kingsley Agorua had looked around where he found himself and decided to change it to suit his taste through his lens.

My earliest contact with Kingsley should have been in 2012 when I was a student at the Federal University of Technology, Owerri. I spotted him at an event on campus where he was taking photographs.

Little did I know that I would bump into him again at my faculty - The School of Health as a student. I was curious as to what a photographer was doing in my faculty during lecture period. Time will reveal that he was a student too who was madly in love with his camera. This was all before the advent of traditional or nearly compulsory bridal showers, baby showers and pre-wedding shoots in the Nigerian Creative Industry.

Kingsley Agorua is a cinematographer with years of experience from Oguta in Imo state. He studied Dental Technology at the Federal University of Techno…

Valentine for all times

"He just had to go", I yelled inside of me. Dele was too bossy and proud,the rest of the staff looked up to me to ensure he was fired. All I had to do was pull the manager into my seductive web and by morning, Dele would get his termination letter. Anyone who stood in my way always got burnt, I loved to revenge passionately and Dele was certainly not a sacred cow.

The subsequent monday was my birthday, I was hoping there would be a suprise cake or party for me but no soul even wished me a happy birthday. Work went on as every other normal day.
I bent to open my drawer then I saw a parcel with a note attached to it:

I boss you because I want you to be the boss
I have admired you since the day I knew you
Work has to get better but don't ever try to change you.
Lots of love

I wept like a baby, that was the only gift I got that day.
Dele was not sacked and they are now proud parents of three kids.

Don't you just love to love? #winks.
Love everyone, everyday!