I looked outside the window, to digest the view of Agbara
Market, the view of women and men alike hustling, but mostly women. My mind
wandered to America and how things in the movies are always organized and
dreamy but I shook my head, saying “It’s not heaven”.
“E fun mi l’owo mi” The
Agbero yelled at the bus conductor, my buttocks was getting sore from sitting
in a bus for close to 20 minutes while the conductor called his passengers “Which
money?” the conductor answered in Nigerian Pidgin English. When the thug realized
that their conversation was going no where, he went to the front of the vehicle
and pulled at the windshield wipers, in an attempt to destroy something.
I looked round, for any Law enforcement agent at all to put
things under control, I laid my eyes on a LASTMA officer who was beside the
bus, paying no attention to what was happening. Deep down, controversial
questions popped up, “These Agberos, who
are they?” “Do they work for
themselves or the government?”” Why can’t this LASTMA officer do something? “”Where
is the Police?”.
Questions upon questions, if I don’t ask them who will?
These are simple things that ruin the society but are overlooked by
individuals. Who truly are these people?
--From a very curious 14 year old.
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