I have become quite scared of road travel. In fact, even air sef. I’ve never been on a train and I’ve never travelled by water so I don’t know how I would feel but those other 2 scare me. I imagine all sorts of things when I’m walking on the road, especially about brakes failing. They should do something very soon about teleportation. I can’t really say when this fear started, it just crept into my heart over the years and became an ominous presence after the bus I was in flew off a cliff on Owerri-Onitsha express way sometime in 2005/2006.
And so it was that I was walking to Caterpillar bus stop in Ogba to catch a bus to Ikeja. There was this wonderful traffic which I still haven’t been able to understand. I had to cross over from TFC to the other side of the road where the buses were loading but that was where the bulk of the traffic was centered. I crossed to the divider and I waited for the traffic warden to stop the cars so I could cross when they were not in motion which is what I subscribe to nowadays. But they weren’t stopping so I decided to do the in-between-cars crossing we do in Lagos.
There were 2 lanes and 1 ‘illegal’ lane. There was this big truck coming towards me on the outside lane. That truck would not have passed MOT test, meeeehhhhhnnnn! I got scared. I just had to cross before that truck passed so I managed to do that right in front of it but a car started running toward me from the ‘illegal’ lane by the side of the truck. I’m not one of those people who throw insults at drivers neither do I do all them hand signs but as I RAN across and he passed by me, I had to say into the half-open window of the passenger side, “where are you running to for goodness sake?!”
He had scared the melanin off of my skin! I was still shaken after I had boarded the bus, waiting for it to fill up. After I crossed, I noticed the truck had stopped. I assumed it was just traffic but when my bus pulled out, I saw that in the process of trying to hit me (though I got away) and in the process of trying to overtake the truck via the small ‘illegal’ lane, the car had been bestowed with a very long, ugly gash along the side by the truck. The gash started from the back door all the way to bonnet.
I know it’s not the Christian thing to do but I was glad that he was taught a lesson. I wish I could have gone to him to ask how he felt, to have been able to say ‘I told you so’.
My people, it is true what they say oh, speed sure does kill.