At 6ish am, I left my father’s house at Alakuko. I wanted to leave earlier but snoozed my alarm several times because I wanted “a few more minutes” to sleep. Between 4:30 am and 5:oo am, I struggled between sleep and the wakefulness that I critically needed due to just being Lagosian. I did my restroom business, picked up my already packed bag, shoved my laptop in to a bag to protect it, and left home at past 6. The great thing was that it was still dark. So, I was able to delude myself that I was on time. I committed my journey into God’s hands while walking to the bus stop. I stopped to buy a mask when I arrived at the bus stop. Crossing the express will never not bother me. Anyway, I did since I had no other choice. There, I saw a Maruwa that took me to Abule Egba. I considered the Maruwa a blessing. However, I was bothered about a Maruwa being on an expressway. To make matters worse, a huge trailer passed by us. I knew we were safe, though.
At Abule Egba, I did my crazily fast walk to the BRT park. Loads of buses were on ground, thank God.