BUNMILOFE'S MUSINGS

Danfo Chronicles- First time ever! Can you believe it? It actually happened to me! Me, a certified danfo huger, propagator of danfo manners, authour of danfo chronicles. I never imagined it could happen to me. I mean, not after all these years in Lagos. When I was a fresher in the herculean task of travelling around Lagos perhaps, but not now. I could have given a speech on danfo comportment, delivered a piece on surviving Lagos busses or even my own tiny e-book titled; '5 tricks Lagos conductors do not want you to know' / 'managing your emotions to collect your change' or better still 'No conductor can swindle you'. Well, ladies and gentle men, it happened to me yesterday. I forgot my 'change' with the bus driver, a whooping sum of 200 Naira. I still cannot believe it, but it happened to me. So this morning, as a sharp 'geh', I walked to my usual bus terminal with a determination to demand my money.  I did, I found the man and requested fo

Almost everyone in my inner circle knows I would rather not be living where I live. I easily blame 60% of the stress triggers in my life on the fact that I live there. When I ask my friends over, I use words like ‘when are you coming to Cameroon to see me’, even though I actually live in Lagos. My house itself is comfortable and beautiful, if only I could carry it to some other part of Lagos. I tell anyone that is willing to listen how living where I live is not a smart choice if you don’t run your own business or have absolute control over your time. The traffic is unending, the roads are narrow and when it rains, it’s time to wade. Blah, blah, blah I go on. The only good thing I see about living in that area is the amazing man with whom I live there. Then this morning, I sat in the same bus with a colleague from work. Hardly a colleague as I do not even know his name, never had any work relation with him. I just know we work for the same firm and might have said ‘hi’ at the lunc

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 drive

Trying to keep up with foreign policies and international politics(as I have dreams of being a big international investor soon), I researched into Brexit, considering the different sides to the story, the different schools of thoughts and all what not. I found a lot of interesting opinions but this conversation in the comment section of an article got me the most. Like seriously, what an analogy. Imagine calling a meeting of everyone you know or doing a press conference or open letter, announcing to them that you are no longer with your spouse and if they want to retain links with you, they must cut ties with them also. Too funny! On a lighter note though, imagine Brexit was Nigexit. Naija twitter-sphere would have exploded, memes everywhere. What about the blogs? Aunty Linda would probably make enough money to buy another mansion, this time in Wuse 2. Aunty Bella with all her informed 'commenters' would  have a filled day too, the comments will never end. Zikoko w