How this post made FP beats my imagination

PhenomenalMorgan:
And u typed all these without a picture, are u OK

E tire me o,

Instead of this long epistle, u for just do one of the two things u can do, either say yes or no..
Nothing will happen if u choose any one

Instead of people to appreciate a good writer, they are here talking about how frustrated he is

In a few months time, the Lagos-Ibadan line should be in operation so at least one can avoid the possibility of such encounters.

And who move this poem to front page??

provide image of the bus(inner view) and the woman for proper understanding please.
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thank you

kolnel:


lol

Those buses that expand whenever it enters a pothole
I wonder what the vio are doing

Savages every where... This type can sell her children for slavery.

What I hate more than entitlement mentality are the people that enablie it. It's you passengers that I blame, why did you give in to her demands? Because she has kids? Did you send her to have more kids than she can cater for? Are you the ones responsible for her frustration? If you can't afford to buy seats for your kids, then don't take them on the trip simple.

greggng:
Instead of people to appreciate a good writer, they are here talking about how frustrated he is

Thank you jare.

Lol..drama everywhere

Super story

OP...

You try no be small. Sorry about what you went through jare.
I couldn't help laughing out loud while reading your experience.
Some pples sense of humor is just dead or non-existent.
So much frustration in d land.
Abegi send me a pm o.
After a crazy night of work, this ur ur story sweet me no be small thing....

OP, next time, take a flight from Lagos to Ibadan or charter a cab.

I can't read all that nonsense you wrote there.

anayolity:
bloody talkative .... I fit march your mouth.

Guy calm down na na you get the bus

Wetin be plate number of the interstate Ibadan danfo make I confam

Next time stop entering kabukabu bus

Nice story.....Great writer in d making

Pojomojo:
Is it true that you can now use Sanwo-olu to measure distance in Lagos?

"Moshalashi is 7 Sanwo-olu posters from Ojuelegba junction"

"Just count 5 Sanwo-olu posters, then turn left, then count 2 Sanwo-olu posters, my house is the one with Sanwo-olu in blue kaftan on the gate"
********************************************************************************************************************
Nigeria's problem is bigger than just 1 President,
let's try 2 Presidents.
Atiku For morning duty &
Buhari For night shift

. Very funny

I am not buying that story tho. I think the op is making up stuff. No man can be that patient, talk less of a group of people. Did the woman with kids use juju on you guys


O pari

Ayoswit:
You are indeed a patient guy.

I won't dare carry. If she like, make she shout till tomorrow.

U try but how did u take the picture of the bus on motion?

You're using us to test your writing skill abi

Hey at op I love your good writing skills though it sounds like a fiction. If it is, that is really great for you. Whichever way, you have displayed the potential of a great writer/narrator. Keep it up!

Mishhcre:
So I went to Lagos and had already boarded a bus on my way back to Ibadan. All the seats have been occupied except the back row, where only one person was seated, and the fold-up seats and the passenger seat next to the driver.

First, I don't like those fold-up seats because you can't rest your back well on it or lean to the one in front of you in case you want to sleep and then the passenger seat beside the driver, I don't like that one because the way the person sitting next to you will squeeze you eh and the driver will keep telling you to adjust your legs, you will now have to seat like a statue all through the journey.

Not to talk of the way he will be hitting you when changing the gear, you will start wondering whether you paid half of the transport fare or he is giving you a free ride.

So I took my seat at the back and the earthquakes that finally rocked my waist all in the name of gallops each time the driver jumped into potholes made me shout that he should remember we entered a bus not a rocket. I don't know if he was using us to practice what he sees when watching Formula One or he forgot that Nigerian roads are not Formula One tracks and are not Formula One driving friendly. Those smart people eh, no wonder they all rushed and took seats in front and avoided the back.

Then this woman came with her three kids, two boys and a girl. The boys were like 8 and 10 years old and the girl was about say 5 years old.

When she realized that only two seats were remaining, one at the back and the conductor seat. She started quarrelling with the bus because I don't think any of us had her time.

That there is no way she can sit at the back, that someone in one of the other rows should go to the back while she takes the person's place, meanwhile, this lady only paid for one seat.

All the people in the front seats just behaved as if she wasn't even talking to them. When everybody gave her the silent treatment, she now proceeded to join us at the back, that was when the real trouble started. In fact, this woman had trouble written all over her. First, she asked the young lady sitting at the right end of the backseat to adjust so that she will seat at the end.
That there is no way she can sit in the middle and be carrying kids.

After initial hesitation the young lady adjusted. I was just seating at the other end and observing when the shocker abi knocker came, because it sounded and felt as if someone just gave me a knock, just short of being a knockout blow. Do you know what she said? She said that each one of the three of us at the back should carry her kids and that the lady sitting next to her should carry her daughter so that she will be close to her and that she wants a lady to be the one to carry her.
My mind wandered to the thought what if all of us at the back had been guys, what would she have said then. By now everybody was angry and tired of her drama, everyone was now asking her, "madam which one will you carry then?"

She defiantly answered that, her legs are paining her and that she would simply hold her bag, can you imagine? This woman is the real definition of a drama queen, Tonto Dikeh needs to go and upgrade her credentials with her. I know you will say but Tonto doesn't have any business in a public bus, but this her senior twin sister appears to do.

I offered to carry the younger of the two boys, at least, that one I know I can do. The guy by my side decided to help out with the older boy. After much argument, she finally agreed to carry her daughter but now insisted on that I must be the one to carry her older son, see me see wahala o.

People shouted at her that madam (you know that thing with we Nigerians, even when reprimanding someone, we will still call them madam, oga, as if they are our boss. Even though we are just using it as a way to refer to them), this is not your private car, so you can't be ditching out orders whichever way you like. That was what finally made her to calm down and we embarked on our journey.
What a bus.

We know your type OP.
So o le people, if you board a bus that four people sit on each seat, na keranmero bus you enter cos of cheap fare. So stop complaining.

Maybe your grand father entered it for you, of you didn't suffer your father suffered for you or your grandma, if you like fly up everyday is the same six feet abi have they anyone for air before be humble we are all humans

dominique:
What I hate more than entitlement mentality are the people that enablie it. It's you passengers that I blame, why did you give in to her demands? Because she has kids? Did you send her to have more kids than she can cater for? Are you the ones responsible for her frustration? If you can't afford to buy seats for your kids, then don't take them on the trip simple.

Na u make sense pass. The OP is a fictional writer, this will never happen in Nigeria. If one is mumuishly sympathetic the rest won't be.
The way I go carry face the woman can't even stare at me cos I will surely bite her and that bus won't move if any of her kids or load try to inconvenience me.

I once entered a bus from ojota to Benin where I carried a child for the mother. She had 3 kids and bought one seat.


Child had runny nose and the mother kept feeding him egg products all the way to Benin. At ore she bought more eggs. Egg rolls Guinea fowl eggs name it.

I was like wtf. Never again though.

Now carry your load jeje

oskaroni:
Lol, c as person take type all dz story, d hustle is real in dz part of the world #ENDTIME BUS

Bob, it not easy, the hustle is real. Man must chop