Saturday, January 24, 2009
Wilderness Journey in Lagos
It all began when I dropped a friend off at the Ikeja MMA2 Airport and started heading back towards Lagos Island. I didn't want to pass through a bumpy strip near Maryland, so I decided to link 3rd mainland bridge via the International Airport road--a route I did not know so well.
I was driving alone. I had 30 minutes before darkness would hit Lagos. I was driving a borrowed Toyota SUV, which the owner had just purchased. But no my strong head convinced me to just follow the road signs. How hard could it be?
Road signs ko, road signs ni!
I passed Isolo. Isolo? Mushin! Nope, I'm not driving through there. Ijeshatedo. Family used to live there but I was on the unfamiliar side of the highway.
Oh no, where is 3rd mainland bridge?
Boo hoo, time to cry.
But time was not on my side. Night was slowly creeping in, and the courage to stop and ask for directions slipped away. So I stayed on the highway. Yay to traffic-less Sundays.
That day, I found out how Apapa-Oshodi expressway got its name.
When I reached Apapa (hey, it was either that or Badagry), I cornered a dangerous-less looking okada driver (you've got mapquest, we've got bike riders) and asked him to lead me to the bridge that would take me towards my hood. He stopped half way and pointed me the rest of the way, gladly pocketing my N200 gratitude offering.
I once again reached a crossroad. Where do I go? Mmmh, I didn't put my trust in man O! If it wasn't for God, I'd have showed up in Surulere.
So what is the moral of the story? It's time for me to activate the GPS on my phone!