So last month, something happened at Oshodi that I will never forget. I was going to Ikeja and joined the BRT queue like a responsible citizen. The sun was hot, the queue was long, and everybody’s mood was already one kind.

That was how this man in suit let’s call him “Corporate Warrior” came from nowhere and tried to jump the line.

Wrong move.

Very wrong move.

Immediately, one woman wearing Ankara and carrying a nylon of puff-puff shouted:

“Uncle! From where to where?? Are you mad or are you related to government??”

Everybody turned.

Corporate Warrior pretended he didn’t hear. He even brought out his phone like he wanted to take a business call.

But Lagosians did not come for peace.

One conductor passing by stopped and said,

“Ah oga, this one no good o! If you wan cut line, at least dress like person wey get power. See you… suit wey heat don iron.”

At this point, the entire queue started laughing.

Corporate Warrior still maintained pride, saying:

“I’m actually late for a meeting.”

The puff-puff woman replied:

“And me I dey go birthday party. All of us get where we dey go! Go last!”

Before we knew it, everybody joined in:

“Go back!”

“Respect yourself!”

“Abeg no use your destiny stress us!”

Someone even recorded it  I’m sure the video is on TikTok by now.

Corporate Warrior finally carried his dignity, folded it like handkerchief, and went to the back of the queue. The whole line clapped like he just graduated.

When the bus finally came, the puff-puff woman looked at me and said,

“Na why this country no fit dull. If you try nonsense, person go put you for your lane.”

Honestly?

She was right.

That day, BRT was no longer public transport it was community meeting + comedy show + social justice department.