I woke up to the sound of Allah Arkba, from the loud speaker of a nearby mosque.....there's no light here. The 'I pass my neigbhour' generators from other houses were so noisy, I thought we are leaving close to a construction site.
Just outside the compound a man with a megaphone is shouting on top of voice and threatening my life with his sermon....... "Jesus is coming soon, repent now! or go to hell and burn for eternity".

And that was how I stayed awake all morning listening to both the loudspeaker from the mosque, the preacher outside my door and the generators..... its was a terrible morning. I got up at 8.am, took my bath, got dressed for the days activity.....its my second day in Lagos, I was invited for a job interview and I am feeling excited about it already.

My friend Oghenetejiri was kind enough to accommodate me for the next few days. I left the house with confidence, mumbled some prayers to myself and hit the street. The streets was crowded, everybody seemed angry, too harsh, too loud and too fast. At the bus-stop, the shouts of different conductors calling for passengers was enormous ...."Obalende, Obalende one last chance"...." Mile2, Mile 2, two lucky nyansh"....."Oyingbo, Oyingbo, enter with your change oh, no change oh".

The interview was at Ikoyi, I saw the bus Oghenetejiri told me to board. I took a peep inside the bus and realised there were very few occupants inside, many seats were yet to be taken, but I humped in anyway.

In this Lagos, it seems there are more people selling something on the streets than there are buyers.
It takes like two buses to get to somewhere, and five to come back. I am beginning not to like this place. People talk to you in Yoruba.

They don't care whether you understand or not. Conductors ask for money in Yoruba....."Owo da?" Passengers shout at you for not paying on time. They don't know that you don't understand Yoruba. They don't know that your mind is far far away. They don't care! An angry passenger was shouting at a conductor for her change......

(Passenger): "Conductor give me my change naw" (Conductor)......."Why u go give me N1000 for N50 moto? I no tell u say change no dey?" (Passenger)...."Abeg, give me my change joor, I dey come
down for next bustop oh"

The guy sitting next to me was staring at me as if I was an alien, I still don't know my offense.
Everywhere is dirty. Nobody apologizes for hitting you. You apologize and you get insulted. These people are not normal.


To be continued.....

Source: http://cliqtips..com.ng/2016/11/the-first-time-i-came-to-lagos-hilarious.html

Na now u start life u never see any tin yet.

Pick pockets never near u

ojun50:
Na now u start life u never see any tin yet.

Pick pockets never near u

lolzz... which one be that ooo ?

U de mak sense ehn! Y nt invite pple to ur thread.Lovn ur post...kip it rolln. [color=#990000][/color]

odinobrown:
U de mak sense ehn! Y nt invite pple to ur thread.Lovn ur post...kip it rolln. [color=#990000][/color]

Thanks for ur encouragement.
How do I go about that ?
I mean how can I invite people to read my post ?
U can also be of help ...
Thanks...

seyoops4u:


Thanks for ur encouragement.
How do I go about that ?
I mean how can I invite people to read my post ?
U can also be of help ...
Thanks...

Mention pple. I'm sure u do have friends on nairaland ryt?so mention dem.

I am sorry it took me forever to reply,i've been away for sometime now so please FORGIVE MEEEEE!!!!

odinobrown:

Mention pple. I'm sure u do have friends on nairaland ryt?so mention dem.

I am sorry it took me forever to reply,i've been away for sometime now so please FORGIVE MEEEEE!!!!

Well, I don't have any friend here tho.

You replying late is not a problem, but there might be one if you don't send me the gift(s) you brought from where you traveled to.

Lolz