It was a great travel, one in a million , a journey that even the old President of the United States couldn't claim to have experienced within Nigeria (just kidding, actually!). But I was on a mission to meet someone at the Furniture House, and the journey from my home was quite an adventure.
I began by dressing up in a nice blue shirt and black trousers, then headed straight to the bus stop. From there, I took a bus to Obalende, where I had to catch another bus going to the mainland. The scene at the bus stop was chaotic, like a tug of war. People were rushing to board the bus, as if it was a limited opportunity. I struggled to get in, but I didn't want to wait in line for another bus because it would be time-consuming. Actually, time is precious. Finally, I managed to squeeze in and paid the driver. The bus conductors, or "Agbero boys," were shouting out destinations like "Yaba, Yaba, Yaba!" but I wasn't headed there. I was going to the mainland.
The bus I boarded had a rickety design, and its old Volkswagen engine was located at the back. Despite its age, the bus was still operational, a testament to the ingenuity of Nigerian bus transportation. As we zoomed from Obalende to Ikoyi, I marveled at the modern society and beautiful houses. The tall buildings and skyscrapers were breathtaking.
Along the way, I spotted a beautiful green floweror tree near a tall building beside an electric pole.
After a long but meaningful journey, I finally arrived at the Furniture House.
It was an experience I'll never forget.
Hallelujah!