Swiftly they move, here and there. As long as the space can take them, in they go. They are danger-blind. Their bike probably intoxicates them. Their speed is never a big deal. Aren’t they the ones in-charge? “Worry not”, they preach.
Still in the dark? Then you’ve never taken a bike/okada in Lagos. Lagos life itself is rough and tough. It is therefore no wonder ‘bikeing’ it is likewise.
I’m no fan of bikes. I bike it only if there’s a need too – too late, late for class or crazy traffic. Recently, the penultimate happened, and I had to bike it. I had a presentation for 10am, and I was to meet my group members before the presentation. It was past 9am on my watch and the traffic wasn’t encouraging. “Bike it”, something in me suggested and in a jiffy, I was on a bike.
After noticing an improved but slow pace, a product of a convergence of vehicles, I suggested to the bikeman to move to the other lane – one-way, we call it. Don’t blame me, blame Lagos traffic. And that was it! It wasn’t long before I realized I had given the bikeman permission to take my life. He knew I was late and he was ready to help. Well, with my life at risks! Even my words of caution did little… I was in for it!
“Thank you”, I got down and said, with time on my side. I’ve however decided to stay away from bikes, for now. Till I’ve got something to catch! Even then, I’ll never encourage a bikeman to speed up or take one-way. Never!