Random Musings: Why is everyone in such a hurry in Las Gidi?
“Abegi, commot for road make we pass”, “Hurry, my brother, quick, quick”, “I have to use someone else, you’re wasting my time”, “Abi you no sabi drive?” “Time is running out, let’s go”… a mashup of disjointed, impatient conversations.
The cars trapped in traffic, drivers honking their horns in a jam. And low, behold, as I pay attention, the noise has a hidden symphony, a rhythm of mingled greed, dreams, hopes and despair. There’s the loud wailing and silent sobbing, the raucous laughter of a deal gone through, the jocular slap of an Oga to a good praise singer….
The streets are always filled with something….a vibrant sort of madness, always expectant, like there’s a guaranteed parcel on its way to the favoured ones. As if everyone got a quit notice on life and so, must rush at unbelievable frenzied pace, to finish here and go there, wherever their version of there is.
And tomorrow, if you happen to wake up and find that your notice has been extended by the Landlord of life, the cycle continues again. In fact, today, you go faster, faster because it must happen today! today! Biko nu, why are Lagosians always rushing and where are they running off to?
Juliet ‘Kego Ume-Onyido
Love, Light & Truth!
Co-Founder, Whole WoMan Network