Bus Stop Parliament

‘’Hmm! We can’t continue like this in this country oo. Something has got to give,” said Carol, a commuter in the CMS-bound bus as a lady complained about how much she spent on just bread for breakfast. “My problem with us as a people is that we are too docile. We can complain from now till eternity, yet refuse to do anything to change the situation. We will rather keep adjusting and readjusting like the toad placed in a pot on fire with water. As the temperature of the water rose, the toad kept adjusting its own temperature to suit the surrounding temperature until it died,” said Comfort.

“I swear wahala dey. No money, no food, no light, no water,” lamented Julie, a passenger in the CMS-bound commuter vehicle. “A derica cup of rice is now N250 up from N150; small paint bucket of garri is N650, tomato nko? No go area. God please we need your intervention before we perish oo.”

“I swear wahala dey. No money, no food, no light, no water,” lamented Julie, a passenger in the CMS-bound commuter vehicle. “A derica cup of rice is now N250 up from N150; small paint bucket of garri is N650, tomato nko? No go area. God please we need your intervention before we perish oo.”

“Oh Chineke God, deliver us from this wahala. Is this what we voted for? The suffering is too much,” lamented Patrick, a commuter in the Apapa-bound bus, in reference to the long queues at petrol stations, often spilling into the road and obstructing the free-flow of traffic.