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Living in Lagos is a skill, that's what everyone is shouting. Even those who aren't living in Lagos are shouting and I'm just there like what? Biko shut up already before I...well, what can I do? I can barely help myself right now. Would have been easy if I could go back home but I can't even. Imagine oh, I left home by 12. I work as a customer service officer for wekofoam. On this day, I lied to fam that I had work meanwhile it was my off day. The plan was to go to Gbola’s place. Gbola was bae at the time so it was a love inspired trip. I stayed at a place called Enilolobo meaning ‘the person who went is the person who came back’. Whoever made those names though and it wasn't even a Lagos place. It was somewhere like 10 minutes from where actual Lagos started from my end - Ishaga. My afternoon shift usually starts at 2pm so I leave home by 11:30 to join the bus by 12. So I left around that same time on this fake work day. I had no cash so I planned to use the atm

Who could have thought that Tunde, the bike man, would get his bike snatched from him by his passengers just this morning, this morning eh? He had just carried them from the junction to a destination he wasn’t too familiar with but he was going to ‘rough’ it. The ‘scope’ a lot of bike men uses to avoid losing their potential clients. He knew something was wrong when everywhere seemed quiet and deserted, that was when he told them he wasn’t going anymore. They agreed and got off his bike only to give him the beating of his life and left with his bike. He didn’t know how he got to the bus-stop. All he knew was that he was on the floor telling his story in tears to people hoping a good Samaritan was listening. He had his wife in the hospital and was hoping he’d make some money before evening to pay up part of her bills. He even had an outstanding debt of 500k which he had been paying in 50ks; he had paid just twice when the bike was taken - his only means of livelihood. He was a fathe