Before the Sun Set

On getting to the the noisy 2km market that serve half of the citizens of Lagos,I knew something was unusual, the calmness of the stuffy lagosians was an alarming issue to me, I asked the driver of the Bolekaja bus "Oga! what was the problem?". He laughed putting His left hand on the dashboard as if finding something, " you must be New in town; the roaring of Joy about the coup was replace by this silence as the new decree entail what they call WAI" although I learnt of the coup from BBC during my last stay in Britain and various letters from my friends and family tell more but I never imagine it is like this, the people seems to enjoy this regime even the face of the driver talk more as He pulled the gear. The bus was better compare to the one I boarded several years before my scholarship admission. I boarded this bus from Lagos to Iseyin; as in most Nigeria public transports the speedometer was gone, no stereo or Air conditioner, the dashboard was not there, an untidy interior with the Gas gone because between the passengers in front and the driver was the improvised 5liters gallon with hose to the engine. I regretted more when it got to a point smoke was coming out of the engine we were panic but feel easy when He assured it's not a fire outbreak moreover getting down at this hour; almost 7pm is more dangerous than anything since you can be kidnapped if you stood a second in this bush. The pedal was held with old wire cables with heats radiating from the bus, we were sweating; thankGod the side glasses are not good but we can not be grateful if it rain since the wind handle has spoilt and the roof might even be be leaking and the wiper is gone, the driver will sometimes stretched out to wipe dust of the wind screen or to look at the rear tyre or any coming automobiles as He violently moved the gear the intermittent gunshots from the exhaust pipe with thick smoke behind. The driver was not calm has He rathe yelled at co-mortorist or the passengers who dare complain. "Sir" one passenger touched me to call my attention to people queue for the Bus in one car park as we drive along, "this regime is No Nonsense regime" the driver added as he slow down at a checkpoint.