Raise your hands if you are waiting for something you can’t quite describe.
*Imagines thousands of hands raised across an imaginary lecture hall*
Not only have I been waiting for that thing, I have been waiting so much so that I’m almost not living in my current life.
Let me paint a picture:
“Oshod! Oshod! Iyanoworo Oshod!” (Yes the “I” in “Oshodi” is missing on purpose)
“Ikeja! Ikeja! Hold your one-fifty change Ikeja!”
“Ogudu Waso, Toll gate hundred naira, any bus stop ikeja one-fifty”
“Obalende – CMS!”
“Oya aunty e bo le
” E ba wa dress ni be ejoo”
“Lekki hundred naira!”
“Hol your change oh, I no get change”
I’m ashamed of how well I know these.. but honestly, I could go on.
My Danfo tales are endless and I’m sure I am not alone. I thought it’d be interesting to share some of my experiences.
Anytime I experience something odd or exciting on the bus I feel as though it was played out just for me. LoL
Sometimes I’m like “nahhhh this has to be prank, this can’t be happening”.
But then I’ve never heard anyone scream “punked!” after an unbelievable episode in a bus.
Anyway, like I said, my bus tales are endless so let’s begin.
I like to refer to struggles as demons. This way, I envision struggles as little beings / minions that disturb our preferred disposition from time to time.
Everyone has a demon they battle with on and on but some people’s demons are greater than others’.
You think of your demon as the most difficult thing to deal with and then you hear about someone else’s and you’re like, ‘I might just have a bug tbh’.
My thoughts are all over the place – I thought I could come and put some of it down here but it seems stuck.
Let me tell you what I call a demon