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|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by seunakin43(m): 7:59pm On Jul 30, 2018|
your name is truly offpoint...
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Celmatador(m): 8:11pm On Jul 30, 2018|
stop being childish. its an error,so stop trying to make yourself look stupid.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Offpoint: 8:19pm On Jul 30, 2018|
seunakin43:Yeah, that's me... I'm me.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Jobia(f): 8:22pm On Jul 30, 2018|
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by NeduDchamp(m): 8:27pm On Jul 30, 2018|
[center]My Ikeja experience[/center]
I had just trekked from New Garage, Ikeja to the railway crossing where I mistakenly hit somebody. As courteous as I was I decided to look back and say sorry.
Unfortunately, the sorry was the beginning of story. The guy I hit was an "agbero", whom I could have avoided if I had taken another way (perhaps the meeting was fated).
As I turned and said my apology, I saw his face and something within me just nudged me that this guy is trouble.I neglected the prompting and continued my walk to where I would get a bus heading to Oshodi. Before I could get to the pedestrian bridge, the tables turned as my victim became my assailant and I became his victim.
He came by my said and started telling me that he's a good guy and that was the reason he left. Still following me I told him alright, thank you, but he continued the March with me until at the foot of the pedestrian bridge he came all out and grabbed me by my belt and in the twinkle of an eye took out my phone. Disappointingly for him, I felt it and hit his hand at that instant forcing him to drop my phone on the floor. I picked up the phone which was now scattered on the floor, and thanks to the robustness of the phone (Tecno Y3) it survived the onslaught.
After picking up the phone, I walked to the bridge with my assailant now accusing me of hitting his arm and his phone while onlookers did nothing. I briskly ascended the bridge and made my way to the bus stop. That day I almost lost my appetite.
Note: I was born and bred in Aj.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by toprealman: 8:32pm On Jul 30, 2018|
Poorboy:Your flight to Atlanta was by 5am or. what? What happened to breaking your trip and crashing in Lag......you had your girl with you man
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by DEBJOCH1(m): 8:42pm On Jul 30, 2018|
SORRY, WHAT YOU WILL SEE IS, "THIS IS LAGOS, AND NOT LAGOS TO LAGOS AS YOU SAID". NO BODY HAVE THE TIME TO WELCOME YOU TO LAGOS. IF YOU LOOK ANY HOW, YOU SEE ANY HOW
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by DEBJOCH1(m): 8:43pm On Jul 30, 2018|
SORRY, WHAT YOU WILL SEE IS, "THIS IS LAGOS, AND NOT WELCOME TO LAGOS AS YOU SAID". NO BODY HAVE THE TIME TO WELCOME YOU TO LAGOS. IF YOU LOOK ANY HOW, YOU SEE ANY HOW
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by qeemus: 8:43pm On Jul 30, 2018|
I will never forget the day I bought packaged fufu inside an empty sony ericsson phone at computer village.It was like magic to me because I inspected the phone before paying the Crook. I crossed to the other side of the road to buy charge, that was when I sighted hot white fufu! Yes you heard right, hot white fufu inside the damn phone.The guy disappeared immediately.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Fommz: 9:04pm On Jul 30, 2018|
I too sabi
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Poorboy: 9:05pm On Jul 30, 2018|
SureBozz:I really enjoyed that place
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by armadeo(m): 9:32pm On Jul 30, 2018|
happened to my brother at the same oshodi. i had warned him about hanging ear piece but he didnt listen. the guy didnt beleive it. phone was in his jeans pocket on minute gone the next.
those guys must have studied under Fagin
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by deturla: 9:53pm On Jul 30, 2018|
You are the Real Lagosian!
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by upsonn(m): 10:22pm On Jul 30, 2018|
[quote author=Capslock01 post=69786818]This happened in 2016 when I was still a student in Ibadan and I'm sharing this, in order to let people shine their eyes whenever they find themselves in Lagos. You'll find my experience below.
The slogan "welcome to lagos" seen at every border of lagos state does not literally mean you're welcome to lagos city.
If you've ever found yourself in Lagos. Then you're no stranger to the slogan "welcome to lagos", below is my welcoming experience.
I had to go through the torture of struggling out of bed as I had slept late because I arrived in Lagos around 11:30pm from school the other night. It was a beautiful morning of the day I was to pick Aluminium alloy up, at the Nigeria Aluminium extrusion company but it never dawned on me it was not going to be a beautiful day on my end.
Having lived in Lagos virtually all my life, I know the only way to beat the frequent chaotic traffic is by moving out very early. I observed a quick bath then reach for my bag to pick the clothes I had nicely folded in it from school, a white shirt with little touch of blue and a black trouser. The shirt was properly tucked in on the nearly faded black trouser with a bow tie to complement it, trying as much as I could to look official. With a sense of accomplishment, I quickly fell on my knees to commit my days unto God's hand before I set out. As I was reaching for the door I heard my mother's voice drifted pass me, "Emmanuel, come and drop anything expensive on you", she persuaded.
"I don't have anything expensive on me", I lied, but I had one of my most expensive stuffs on me at that time. I thought it was the usual protective advice, so I ignored and set out.
It was around 5am and the street was as busy as the strings of a guitar that are being struck constantly, I noticed they were more people on the street at that ungodly hour than they were in broad daylight where I came from. At the bus park, the blasting of hones, noise and the incessant chanting of people and bus conductor could send patient on life support to early grave. The park was filled with a hive of commuters that one had to be hyper active to get a bus, I stood for unknown minutes since I had no better choice than to wait and hope for a bus to
arrive soon. I was on all expenses paid trip, so I practically paid no attention to the price of bus. My prayer was fast answered as I heard the harsh voice of a typical
Lagos conductor screaming, "Oshod.! Oshod..! Oshod...!"
I zoomed off towards the direction of the bus and struggled to gain access as I had to contend with more
experienced commuters. I eventually succeeded, not without condoning the few violent
jabs from them. With the euphoria, I lowered my backside towards the seat to live the fruit of my recent struggle. However, the feeling was short-lived; as the seat that was designed for four people was used to commute five people, the discomfort could only be compared to the biblical hell. Every passenger was minding their business with the I don't care kind of look. The conductor's personality was not noticed by me but I guess it would be the usual harsh, non happy and loutish.
I was still enjoying the fruit of my struggle, when I heard "Bros, where is my money", the bus conductor pointed towards my direction. I reached for my pocket, gave him 500 Naira note and collected 300 Naira change. I made for my pocket the second time, returned the change and brought out my 'old but gold' earpiece, connected it to my phone and put my best song "Lord you're good by Don Meon" on replay in order to avoid the usual Lagos yellow bus mumbo-jumbo. I was still lost in the look of where I knew the young lady that sat on the seat behind me, when the bus halt. "everybody get down" the bus conductor shouted. At that point, some of the passengers were struggling it out with the driver and conductor for dropping them at 'Bolade' instead of 'Oshodi'. I alighted from the bus without saying a word and tucked in my phone with the earpiece still plugged-in. I stopped by a phone booth to buy recharge card, loaded it, returned my phone to the pocket and suspended my plugged-in earpiece with my ears without playing music, as I walked through the busy and crowded street of Oshodi. I was fascinated by how things had changed and cherished the serenity of the environment as I also never seized to marvel at how Lagos state government achieved such a feat in a short period of time. I was still engulfed by things around me when I noticed something had disappeared on me.
My inner man hoped it was my leg or Wallet! I couldn't touch my lower part for some minutes, because I could not foretold how I would react. I eventually took the step of faith, only for me to find out my phone had disappeared from my pocket with my earpiece left dangling. The feeling was too bad to be real, so much that I felt like my body was being used to pass electric current of high voltage, my phone gone? "a whole Samsung Galaxy S5...!", I muttered.
who stole my phone?
Who will I ask?
How will I ask? Were the questions that flowed through my mind. I tried to remain calm as much as I could but my heart pounded too fast like the sound of a thousand chariot going to the battle of Armageddon, one would not need stethoscope to hear the pounding. "How could I be so stupid to have lost a Samsung Galaxy S5 for crying out! The phone that holding it alone gave me some kind of feelings I could not explain.", I thought.
I have never envisaged myself being a victim to corporate pick pockets who flaunt themselves as responsible working-class individuals at major bus-stops or streets around the Lagos metropolis. Why did this happen to me? Rather than trying to embarrass myself, I pretended as if nothing happened and called home to tell them what had befallen me to avoid another story, because I've heard cases where parents were called and lied to after their child's phone got missing. After unknown minutes of deliberation, I headed towards NIGALEX for the sole reason I was in Lagos, but they added salt to the injury when they told me to come another day for the pick up.
As I embarked on my journey home after the unproductive pick up, I was weak and reminisced on the experience; it became obvious that life can sometimes be unpredictable and I learnt that obedience is the key in life. A beautiful morning turned out to be an horrible day for me with my Samsung Galaxy S5 missing and unproductive pick up of Aluminum alloy. When I got home and explained my experience to my mom, she nagged about it for umpteenth time even till date. Lol.
I can relate with this story..... The feelings that day can be compared to weightlessness
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by art1f3(m): 10:35pm On Jul 30, 2018|
My second day in Lagos as a mobile individual, I enterd keke napep from yabatech and told the nuisance I was going to Onike (still in the same yaba o)... This guy went to drop me in Somolu... I had to walk a while to get a bus going back to yaba. The headbursting part of the adventure was that this particular bus passed the same place the napep guy passed but in opposite direction.
All I have to say is Thank you Lord!
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by SureBozz(m): 11:14pm On Jul 30, 2018|
Nice one bro
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Nobody: 12:07am On Jul 31, 2018|
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|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Nobody: 12:13am On Jul 31, 2018|
Aspireahead:It's not worth any risk. Overcrowded, den of thieves. What happened in front of me when I was in Lag made me wonder how you lot enjoy such a lawless state where petty thieves are bigger than the law. PH any day or time to Lag.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by tellwisdom: 1:54am On Jul 31, 2018|
Was just laffing myself out hearing most Mugus loosing their belongings
Street Oti, confidence and strength are all u need to live around Lagos.
Street Oti, I mean general orientation. If Oti no bail you, your confidence can scare them; and if that doesn't work- Omo, Na your strength go fight for you o!
Even as I look buttie reach, theres something that distinguishes me. I do everything to look like Mumu while on the road, but these people still have a way of separating the real men from Mugus.
Can't count how many miscreants I'd disfigured on an open road where they have thousands of their likes. Ni gboro aye?? - We die here
Ogbeni, u must be ready at all time whether Lagos or anywhere, if you no want make some stupid men use you clean their sweat
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by baddosky1: 5:05am On Jul 31, 2018|
I was in Oshodi thrice with my phone in my pocket during my visit to Lagos and nothing happened. Maybe it was because of the trouser i was wearing..."Military Green Khaki Color"
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by dfrost: 6:32am On Jul 31, 2018|
What the heck bruh? Finally e ti pa mi toooo . Like someone said, agidi + strong face. No one has ever did a number on me. Dem no born you well. Game recognizes game.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by emperorblog(m): 6:46am On Jul 31, 2018|
lol this your own tprry no,be here o. i feel for u
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by dfrost: 6:47am On Jul 31, 2018|
Omo your head is there. OT is the word . If you no get am, gbagbe. Men go reason your matter, anyday, anytime.
Alaye, I hail.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by woodfrank(m): 6:57am On Jul 31, 2018|
So onpoint hommie. In fact, at times, I intentionally barge into the so called rough boys and yell at them like they offended me especially those ones straying around in Computer Village, ikeja. Plus, I don’t dress posh - always rugged!
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by Segunagagu(m): 7:48am On Jul 31, 2018|
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by poweredcom(m): 8:04am On Jul 31, 2018|
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by bellville: 8:44am On Jul 31, 2018|
This happened at iyana ipaja during my Nysc days in 2007. I was serving in a law firm. It was my cd day. After cds, i usually changed to corporate wear and kept my nysc uniform, boot, vest and cap in a leather bag.
I was walking to the bus station with the bag on the right. From nowhere, two guys on a bike came close. Before I could figure out what was happening, they had snatched my bag and sped off. I was devastated. Passing out was just a few weeks away.
I ended up wearing my fiance's old nysc uniform.
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by DonPikko: 9:43am On Jul 31, 2018|
okomile:, eko wengele
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by LooseCanon(m): 10:28am On Jul 31, 2018|
i smell lies
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by okomile(f): 12:26pm On Jul 31, 2018|
|Re: My Sad And Funny Lagos Experience by peacengine(m): 12:31pm On Jul 31, 2018|
What of the people who return missing stuff back to owners in Lagos? they are some like that in Lagos
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