Out of shock, I quickly stepped back and started wondering what my family members have done this time. I didn’t want to ask conductor why, so I don’t get arrested for a crime I didn’t commit. Whilst waiting and wondering, I tried calling my dad to ask him questions but couldn’t reach him.Shortly, another bus came, Conductor was shouting; Obalende! Obalende!! So I jumped in quickly.
Whilst waiting for other passengers to fill up the bus, conductor started shouting; Adeniji bólé o (Adeniji get down o), I said ah! Then I quietly excused myself from the bus. This time, I was almost in tears.In my mind, I had decided to go back home after a last try, but thank God. A bus ordained to take me finally arrived, conductor was only shouting; Obalende #150! Wólé pélú change o (Enter with your change), so I entered and sat quietly. I kept wondering what offence my people committed in Lagos, Lo and Behold! The moment we crossed Third Mainland Bridge, conductor started shouting; Adeniji! Adeniji!! His eyes were fixed on me (or so I thought), I did not answer o, but I was praying really hard in my heart sha….I silently said; Father, let this cup pass over me.Ah! Lord have mercy! I later found out ‘ *Adeniji* ‘ is a bus stop on the Island (not only my surname).Then I remembered the scripture that says; My people perish for lack of knowledge.
This happened in 2009 when I just relocated to Lagos fully, you can bet I know better now.😉
My name is Temileyi Adeniji
Buss stories is a weekly write up by Temileyi Adeniji an Author at HG2 Online Magazine