SHARE THE MOST TEDIOUS TRIP YOU EVER MADE.

Mine was during my NYSC days. I had my orientation exercise in Fika camp in Yobe State but the place of primary assignment was in Adamawa. After the Yobe camp, we were set for Adamawa. The affected coppers boarded various buses going to Adamawa, NYSC Yola camp precisely. My bus left Fika 1pm and less than one hour into the journey we saw "welcome to Adamawa" sign post ,I was even happy that we were into a very short trip compare to how I got to Yobe State from Lagos few weeks ago. A trip that took me two full days .To cut the long story short , we got to NYSC camp in Yola 10pm! We stayed overnight in the mosquitoes filled rooms before we proceeded to our various places of primary assignment. I was posted to Maiha local government. Another journey that took us four good hours from the capital city in Yola to Maiha local government. I was like; this is the punishment of not being a regular tithe payer from the little job I got before coming down for the NYSC. Not knowing that was the beginning of my journey predicaments.
After few days in my village( a village I have never imagined in my whole life) and going through the normal registration, I decided to go back to Lagos and pack my loads for final preparations to stay in my village, where there was no portable water , network and other social amenities . I asked the villagers how to get a bus going to Lagos. They told me I could only get a direct bus in Yola that if I want to go from MUBI I would need to take a bus down to Jos then from there to Lagos. They equally said if I wanted to get to Jos on time I would need to go with the first bus in MUBI . I got a bike man ( ashaba) and negotiated with him to come and pick me as early as 5 am .The following morning the bike guy came as planned and took me off from my village . It was about one hour trip to MUBI .6am I was their at the park .fortunately I was the first person that came. I met with the conductor; i told him where I was going and asked for the price which he told me. I guess it was N3, 500 then. I took the best and most convenient corner in the small old bus. Before 6:30 am the bus was filled and people that came after were directed to the next bus. I brought out my money so that I could pay like we use to do in Lagos parks when the bus is filled and about to move. The conductor just came around and made announcement that we should all bring out our ticket I was like ticket ke? He said someone was in the bus that was yet to get a ticket.At the end of the day I was the one . so, they ask me to get down to allow the man with a the ticket to enter . They later told me to enter the next bus with just two people inside . I was furious, I had to tell them that i was new in the environment and I didn't know that was their practice - to get ticket before boarding the bus. I told them as they could see am a copper (in full 7/7) that I just came around and travelling for the first time . More also, if I should miss this bus then I would get to Jos late and I don't know anybody in Jos. People got into the argument; someold coppers in the bus and other passengers blamed the conductor for not giving me the right info when I approached him for my trip. Thereafter, the driver and some other drivers met and they decided to reduce my transport fare but would need to sit behind the driver sit on top of the engine! I was happy for two things: one was going with the first bus as earlier planned and reduction in my transportation fare budget which I later regretted.
We started the journey and I was enjoying it for like 20 minutes before I noticed a man sitting beside me also on the engine. He was facing a woman which we later discovered she was his wife. The woman should be in her 50s and the man should be close to 60. The woman made this cough sign as if she wanted to vomit and immediately the man dipped his hand into the small bag in his hand and brought out a small nylon as if he wanted to vomit and immediately the man dipped his hand into the small bag in his hand and brought out a small nylon as if he wanted to give the woman to do the vomiting there. I was like," kilo fe sele ?" .I saw dozen of that nylon inside the bag the man was holding . I was just like make bad thing no happen for this journey oh. The woman became normal and the man returned the nylon inside the bag and my heart was at rest that this journey must be sweet ke. As I was looking left and right admiring the beautiful landscapes along the way, the woman made a similar sound like the early one and the man too dipped his hand to bring out the nylon , within some seconds nylon don full brekete with vomit. The only thing I could say was “Sonu (one of the few Hausa language I just learnt) while others were communicating in Hausa. I was just looking. While I was wondering maybe the woman could be sick or pregnant at that age. I was also wondering if that could be a normal scene travellers do experience in this part of the country. While this thought was going on in my mind, another vomit Don land for inside Lyon. Before I could think further, another one. When we got to Song town we came down and bought water and a man in the bus recommended she uses a drug which was bought for her in a chemist. After that, we continued with the journey and I was praying that should be the end. My people, that was just the beginning. Later my prayer was that she shouldn't even die inside the bus. Thank God I was sitting close to the window . Most of the times when vomiting was on going inside, my head would be stuck outside receiving fresh air while the other body enjoy the rest. . Those people that were not staying close to the window suffered the most . They shared in every of the splits .To cut the story short ,that was how she did till we got to Bauchi before husband and wife got down and we had a relief not without a very foul smelling bus and passengers alike. Some were of the opinion that it was due to phobia which the couple was quite aware of . We got to Jos 3pm. Immediately I got to Jos, I went to meet some women and asked for soap and water to wash my hands and face.
In Jos park (terminus) ,I was told the next bus would take off by 8pm. I was just praying all these their senseless killings would not start again that day.
By 8:30 we took off, it was their I noticed my buttock had been badly affected due to the engine I sat on for over 13 hours. The bus was this J5 bus. It would have been a better idea to either trek or take a bicycle than the bus. I have never seen such a slow motion trip. Every other moving thing on the road over took our bus. That was my first night trip. I couldn't talk ,smile or think of anything than the journey . For every flash of touch light was the thought of armed robbers . Finally, 9 am we got to Lagos. When I got home I was just looking at everybody like mumu. For hours I was not making any sensible responses to questions and conversations which was unusual of me.
For good three days, I couldn't use my bottom to sit. I was either sleeping or walking around.
I told my people not to expect me home until after my service year which I kept to.

Share your worse trip experience.

vichks:
Mine was when I went to kano with my boss from lagos, my mind was that he was driving and immediately he picked me up he said oboy you are driving throughout, I wan swear for am that day, the worse was that he was snoring while sleeping

Mcowubaba:
I was travelling from Dubai to Nigeria, on my way back, our plane spoilt, we stopped in Singapore to repair it, we took off again, the plane spoilt again, we stopped in Mexico to repair it..we took off again, as i am talking to u now the Plane has Crashed....this just happened now...i heard we are in Cementary rd Aba nw....pls we need help

Mcowubaba:
I was travelling from Dubai to Nigeria, on my way back, our plane spoilt, we stopped in Singapore to repair it, we took off again, the plane spoilt again, we stopped in Mexico to repair it..we took off again, as i am talking to u now the Plane has Crashed....this just happened now...i heard we are in Cementary rd Aba nw....pls we need help