We sat in the bus, young and old, fat and thin, mother with her toddlers, young man in his dapper suit… The silence was familiar. Everyone was minding their business, until the man with the crutches cried out, “Driver is your bus good? Why is it jerking? And it is so slow like a locomotive train.” This let out a torrent of pent-up grudges as other passengers rebuked both driver and conductor.
Although the sun was scorching, rain drops soon settled on the windscreen setting the wipers into motion. In a short while, the roads were flooded, and vehicles splashed murky water on unfortunate pedestrians. Everyone grumbled- lagos rains!
The locomotive-train bus made it through to our destination. The lady with the jelly rubber slippers and matching umbrella stepped out smartly into the rain. A young man with a large bag went next and was immediately drenched as he raced to his next bus.
I sighed as the rain spewed on relentlessly. I had forgotten to carry rubber slippers and braced myself to wade in the murky waters with my beautiful sandals. I flipped out my tiny umbrella and stepped into the rain.
Two men huddled close with their heads already in the umbrella, “can I please share your umbrella?”