I thought my four eyes - like my friends jokingly call it was enough to see clearly, apparently it's not so in Lagos. It was my first time in the state and I was still in surprise of all the differences I spotted immediately in contrast to Lafia.

I came down from the yellow half dead bus and stretched my stiff body, my Ghana must go bag held tightly in between my legs. There were so many people at the bus stop saying so many things at the same time, the noise seems to be diverting my attention. But I did what I have been warned several times at home to do, "hold your phone and bag tightly and be at alert!".

I knew where I was going to and the next bus to take that will lead me to my destination, I took my heavy bag and dragged it alongside with my weight under the blazing sun. The sweat and heat coupled with the noise added to my frustration as I kept moving.

The thousandth thing I noticed was the eagerness of the bus drivers and their assistant to push passerby into their bus. You have to keep a stern face and walk past them fast. 

Then one came and I thought it was kind of him to help me carry my load, I was still feeling relieved before realizing the guy has disappeared in the crowd, matching forward with long strides. Instinctively I started shouting and running after him, no one even cared or noticed, everyone was so busy with their business.

The heat causing my body temperature to increase and the frustration I was feeling faded as panic set in. I started breathing too hard trying aimlessly to reach the guy with my ghana must go bag. 

After what seemed like hours to me the guy dumped my bag in front of another badly shaped yellow bus. His eyes were searching for me in the crowd until I got near. I didn't know I was already shouting rudely at him with tears all over my face, few bored people told me to calm down that he's just a small boy. 

I stopped and tried to breathe evenly, then I told him thank you grudgingly and entered the bus. But the guy was still standing there looking at me expectantly. "what?!" I didn't mean to sound like that but I still felt angry so it's not my fault. 

I figured I had to pay him for his "kindness" I roughly squeezed 500 naira and gave it to him, barely acknowledging his thank you. As I sat down calming myself and waiting for the bus to take off, I looked at the place around me and I had to remind myself again that this is Lagos.