Aluta on the Road and 3 Lessons- Story 2

Aluta on the Road and 3 Lessons- Story 2

I boarded this vehicle going to Lagos from Ibadan by 11am and by 12, we were really close to the Redeemed Camp already. The fact that the driver had been a jolly good fellow made it even more pleasant. I started thanking God for the gift of this driver who was making good on time and also not being an ass as motorists can prove to be. Ase kasala was about to burst.

That was how he suddenly stopped on the express, beckoned on the bus coming behind him to stop and started begging us come down and enter that one as he had to be somewhere else ASAP.

While I was considering, Passenger A, seated behind me (Lets call him activist 001) started analyzing it for us and insisting no passenger was going to come down and enter a strange bus in the middle of nowhere. His analysis was quite resonating, he would become the lead the finally lone voice of this aluta struggle.


This driver who left Ibadan by 11am knew he could not get to Lagos earlier than 1pm, if he truly had another appointment, why was it scheduled for before 1?

He has been making calls since we started this journey and only beckoned on that bus to stop right after a call

How can he stop in the middle of nowhere then ask all of us to enter a strange bus?

My brethren, this man wants to sell us off to kidnappers, we are not going anywhere, Passenger A concluded.

That was how shouts of “Oga Driver, enter this bus and complete this journey you started” rented the air. “We will cone down when we reach our destinations. “

After exchanging words with us (us here mean the 3 vocal passengers- their Yoruba was too strong for me so I just enjoyed the exchange) for like 2 more minutes, he got in and continued driving.

Lesson 1- People are always looking for someone to take the initiative -say the first words, take the first action- and they are wont to follow.

At this point, one of the passengers  had identified himself as a soldier and was promising the driver who was still insulting everybody, fire and brimstone once we were in Lagos. Driver fired back with a”What did I do?” series of questions.

Once we got to Mowe in Ogun state, the driver dropped and started to beg us again but this time around, he focused on the Soldier who kept threatening him with Activist 001- remember him?- repeating that nobody was getting down until we reached our respective bus stops. Before we could say Jack Robinson, the soldier who had been giving those protesting moral had disappeared into another bus.

Lesson 2: Never fully trust those in authority who appear to support your cause including those funding it.

And that was how everybody who had been supporting activist 001 got down and started asking the driver to assign them to a bus. Uncle was left alone still forming “You will return my full money to me” with the driver insulting him and promising he will sleep at Mowe. I am sure he eventually had to beg his way through or find an alternative.

Lesson 3: Activism can be pointless if you do not have power and/or Money.

PS: Featured image is my official invitation to you. Join me on Saturday March 7, 2020 as I host this women’s event in commemoration of international women’s event.




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