My days at Lagos Nigeria. Part one

It was on a very good evening when we arrived at Ejigbo, Lagos around October 2013. We logged at one small guesthouse just to pass the night so that the next day, we will reach our destination. On arriving the guesthouse, I saw some people fighting and dragging themselves on the mold. I wanted to help and separate them but my friend told me that the fight was not real. Wow, you don't mean it. I just stood aside to watch the last fight of the movie, only to discover that it was a setup for newbies.
The next morning, we woke up and brushed our mouths, dressed up and went to the bus stop. The buss conductors never completed the names of the places that they stop e.g Oshodi was pronounced as Osho. Lol
We waited and waited and waited yet we couldn't get a bus while the buss conductors were busy doing their jobs. When I tried to ask a man the direction of where we wish to go, he said the we are at the right bus stop, how?
He said that buses have been coming and going and yet we choose to be asking yeye questions (stupid questions). It's all right. No probs.
Time to enter Osho buss.
We entered Osho buss and felt partially relaxed and not knowing that there is hold up at the front. When the driver drove for about 2 hours, he complained and complained and complained. While he was complaining, some persons left without asking for their balance. What?
The driver now said that he's turning here now now since we were not much. That he's wasting his precious petrol on the heads of few persons. OMG.
Well, we had no choice than to do some workout. We managed to get to our location safely.
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