She had it figured out before she stepped a foot on the sands of Lagos. Everyone talked about the energy of this place; particularly, the insurmountable traffic.
But she felt people just refused to apply common sense.
If they lived close to the office, they would be fine.
So, relocate to the environs.
If they got up much earlier and escaped the mad morning rush, they would be fine.
So, make your day break sooner than dawn.
She made her point on the first day. She woke up at 4 a.m. Half an hour later, she was ready. She blitzed her way to the bus stop. There were already a few people there.
Like minds. In the same Lagos.
She was at the office by 5:30 a.m.
The good, the bad, and the Lagos – 023
It was a record time. She kept it up for weeks, determined not to slack, never to be referred to as the fleeting brightness of a firework.
It was often a different matter in the evening. But there was nothing she could about that. She would be fine.
Six months later, she was down with a stiff neck and a fever. Test results came back with a verdict for high blood pressure; as well as a prognosis for stroke, if she didn’t slow down.
She had run herself to the ground. She tried to relocate to the work environs, but realized it would cost an arm and a leg.
Everyone talked about the energy of this place; particularly, the insurmountable traffic. And now she saw why they lived it out without her own common sense.
She could not beat them; she joined them. And the next time she ran into the next neophyte, reminding her of her early days, she was sure to say, “they would be fine.”
