My Bitter Experience On The Road To Badagry

alt= negro on the road to badagry
posing for a shot with my newly acquired belt

The miraculous alert!

Although I have never been a fan of miracles since my childhood… But due to lack of a better word for now, let me say I miraculously got a jaw-dropping alert from my bank that my school has just credited my account with a scholarship endowment fees (Despite me not being a scholar *winks). I didn’t think twice before making gab at my preference list to view what need is to be fulfilled next.

Being a Nomad, I then decided draft out places which I’d sure visit after validating the alert wasn’t a debit message.

Fast-forward to Wednesday 23rd of November.

 

Preparation for my trip

Since I’d be spending just 2 days (or so I thought), I need nothing more than:

  • 3 shirts,
  • A pair of flat foot wear,
  • A flat soled pair of what I think was Gucci until I discovered it was spelt Bucci- shout out to my brothers in the east.
  • My selfie stick, camera, phones, chargers and batteries. Not forgetting my writing pad and pen.

So I headed straight to Ikotun market; an ultra-modern market which doubles as a car park where one can possibly get a bus to anywhere in Nigeria. It was the closest to me where I could make some little purchases considering my route to Badagry. Cogent of which I needed was a belt. The one I have isn’t what third party would appreciate.

On getting to Ikotun garage, I got caught in sight by a man who I guess must be in his early forties holding just a belt in his hand. It was obvious he wanted to sell. And without thinking twice I decided to buy from him, with the aim of not bargaining no matter how costly he’d state his price. At that point, my heart was completely filled with pity for the aging man on the difficulty he is going through in other to make a living.But on the other hand, I was held back with the thought about the dubious acts of an ordinary Ibo hustler when it comes to business. But then I was still bent on buying from him.

So I paid him ₦550.00 after some little bargain and assurance of satisfaction from his radiance. So I asked him to take my picture using my small digital camera, which he gladly did. Why wouldn’t he when I barely argued the price of the belt. So I headed straight to where the bus park for iyana-iba was.

 

The journey proper

I was the foremost passenger to board the 14-seater bus. Meaning two hours of my time was an alternative forgone in a bid to get the bus filled with the remaining thirteen (13) passengers. I was charged #100 for the fare then we set off.

Oops…I forgot to mention that the bus didn’t get filled untill few minutes past 5pm.

As the bus kicked off, we passed through Ikotun-Igando road which according to me is one of the best roads in Lagos metropolis, going by how long it’s been commissioned but still retains its smoothness, to the engineering brain behind its construction, dam it! it just so comfortable for any commuter to travel on.

While in the bus, nothing really diverted my attention except for the woman who sat next to me. She is a similitude of those whom Yorubas would call ‘Ala ro ro’ they would always be in desire for cheap things. She bought almost everything costing less than #100 from virtually all sellers till we got past Igando itself.

 

On getting to Iyana-iba at about 30 minutes later, lucky had it way around me this time has I was the second to the last to board the Badagry bus which ₦200 per passenger. Those who are quite familiar with that particular axis would testify to the fact that if you are unable to get a seat beside the window of those buses, then you are a ‘gunner’. You can ask them if you doubt.

 

For reasons best known to the driver, he chose not to go through the express, rather he headed straight off to ‘Oko-Afon’ (a needless decision since there wasn’t hold up) where he later bumped out to the express. But what are we capable of doing? Since the Lagos fact still remains that every passenger is automatically under the control of the bus conductor as soon as payment has been made.

 

The dangers of Iyana-Iba to Badagry express road

As we journeyed along the express, I almost decided against continuing due to the depleted state of the road leading to Badagry. The road was so terrible that I panicked seriously out of fear that the tire of our bus might go off. Then the evil thoughts started flowing in uncontrollably. The first thought that came to my head was that what will happen if a rickety tanker moving beside our bus suddenly falls on us? I quickly rebuked it in Jesus name even when I can’t remember when the last time I went to church was. Another was the thought of our bus tumbling into the forest along the road. I tried guessing who and who will make it and when I was done, I came up with just 1 person. Me!

I quickly jolted myself back to life and within me; I vowed to severely warn anyone who wishes to visit Badagry to do so in broad day light. Honestly that road to Badagry can pass well for a death trap at night.

Read: what I faced on my way to Ogun state.

The journey got slower due to the condition of the road then I was alerted by wrist watch of the time; it was almost 7pm, jeez! I hurriedly decided against lodging in a hotel as I have earlier wanted since it wouldn’t really be easy for me doing that on getting to Badagry. Hence, I sought advice on that by putting a call through to a close relative of mine who stays close by in a small but popular village called Ajido.

 

He was more than happy on hearing my voice and I was happy he was. I told him about my sudden change in plan and he didn’t chastise me. He indeed wanted me around. Not so soon after our conversation, I sought the permission of the driver to highlight at ‘Aradagun bus-stop’ in other to get a bike or a cab that will take me straight to my suddenly planned base.

I actually got there around 8:30pm but the question of whether or not I enjoyed my stay there would be answered in subsequent updates.

 

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