Help, save us from Northwest!

The first time UncleBae saw Northwest filling station, he commented that a filling station sharing name with Kimye's first child can hardly mean any good.

Turns out he was right. the filling station has become an addendum to an already bad situation. Usually, when you escape ajah traffic and drive to Ilaje, you breathe a sign of relief. Not any-more. Now, VGC is where the traffic is. Endless fuel queues traceable to Northwest are messing up the road. Sunday was a complete shut down, with people grounded for hours on the road. It's no better this early Monday morning too. As at 5:20, there was already traffic all the way to VGC, cest tres terrible.

Ajahrians are calling on LASTMA and everyone who can help, please save us from Northwest oo. Of course, we are side-eyeing Kachikwu too, oga do something biko, this fuel scarcity has gone on for too long.

As it is now, you have even more reason to pray before leaving home, that our leaders will find a way to make life easier for us and that the gods of traffic will respect the anointing you carry. If you don't carry any anointing nko, I don't know for you o.

Traffic or not, fuel queues or not, its a new day and a new week, let's make it count! And yes, happy April!

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