The sun was out when I set out after noon on Wednesday. A friend had visited earlier and was just about to leave. I pulled on my pink Adidas face cap, walked him to my street gate where he took a bike, then I decided to take a walk to Bode Thomas. It took me about 30 minutes, walking briskly to get to Alaka bus stop. Despite my cap, beads of sweat had already formed on my forehead. As I turned to head back home, I thought to myself, “This is probably as good a time as any to do your conductor experiment.”

For some time, I’d wondered to myself what it was like to be a bus conductor. They always fascinated me. Everyone looks at them disdainfully and with good reason: most of them are touts; but I was convinced that there was more to them than immediately met the eye. How did they manage to collect money from and disburse ‘change’ to passengers without making mistakes? What was it like to ‘hang’ on the doorway of a speeding bus for over 5 kilometres? These were some of the questions that led me to consider the “conductor experiment”.


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