DIARY OF A LAGOSIAN

Five o'clock at last, yippee closing time. The joy of closing time. It’s likened to the excitement and satisfaction one gets when the notorious power holding company gives us power supply. Even though we don't need it we are happy it's there. I lived about two streets from the office so unlike the rest of the staff I didn't have to deal with the everyday Lagos traffic wahala. I had begun to make my way down the road when I noticed that I felt lighter. You know that feeling you get when you've been carrying the same amount of load for a long time and you forget something. Yes that feeling, so I paused in an attempt to make a quick inventory of my belongings and after two minutes of thinking and counting, I finally found out what was missing. Oh s**t! My house keys!. How the hell did I forget them. In a flash I began to race down the street, and as I ran the words guy you go sleep outside today kept replaying in my head. It was as if my subconscious was mocking me. After about ten minutes of running, I finally arrived at the office building. Burst through the door and raced up the stairs like a man possessed. On getting to my office door I received the greatest shock of my life. It was locked!. I almost had a heart attack. Amaka had gone home. By the way Amaka was the lady I shared the office with . There was no way in because my office keys and the spare were on the same freaking bunch. Which kind of i***t keeps the original key and the spare on the same bunch. My village people had finally gotten me.