Danfo Chronicles...

Good morning people, it's Tuesday already! Before we know it, it will be Friday. Now is the time to make this week count.

I realised its been a while since I last brought you gist from my rendezvous with Lagos danfo busses and the associated drama. So I thought I'd serve you a fresh episode this bright Tuesday morning.

I had just one plan for my ride to work this morning- sleep. I was going to get in a bus, get as comfortable as possible and snooze all the way to Falomo. And the plan was working out well. My position wasn't so bad, I could even recline without hurting my back. My legs were not complaining and my bag was firmly trapped on my laps. I closed my eyes, grateful for the moment and snoozed away.

For about five minutes.

Five minutes is all I got before the woman seated to my left decided the driver couldn't drive in peace. She wanted him on the fastest lane at all times and was ready to show him the way as a certified lane detector. The driver, content to stay on the straight and narrow refused to budge to her suggestions of moving to the fifth lane off the actual road and she refused to give up. Till we finally got out of traffic zone and she was able to keep her cool.

For just five minutes.

Yes, another five minutes is all she spared my sleep ridden eyes before she decided to start a conversation with the woman on my right. They ended up exchanging names, states of origin, office addresses and the whole friendship code. All over my head.

Not only was I denied of my much desired sleep, I was also forced to get aquainted to two women I was completely uninterested in. That's probably not a bad thing though, who knows where I will meet them tomorrow?

If you were in my shoes, what would you have done to get that really needed sleep?

Got any interesting stories from your bus rides around Lagos, mail them to me on bunmilofemusings@outlook.com or send me a direct message on twitter @lofemide. I would like to feature your story on Danfo Chronicles.

Have a good day friends, God is not tired of loving you!

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