Thanks for coming to my blog today! It’s day 20 of the 30 days challenge I started at the beginning of the month. The two-fold goal of writing consistently to break the writer’s block and win back traffic, have been totally worth it! All the posts are not planned- I literally wake up to ask myself what today’s challenge is. I hope you also enjoy the surprise that comes with each new day as well. Thank you for the comments, likes, and readership. You guys are the best! With 10 days left, I’m sure that God will see us through to the very end. Let’s check out today’s challenge!

Day 20: The last argument you had

I had to think long and hard about this. I haven’t had any arguments in a long while. As a matter of fact, I can’t even remember the last argument I had. Except… the ones I have with the bus conductors every now and then because I get petty sometimes πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

So my recent route to work doesn’t have the bigger comfy buses I was used to (BRT buses). Rather, smaller commercial buses known as Danfo buses. Crazy people get on there! (Don’t even get me started). And the bus conductors always know how to get on one’s last nerve.

So my argument usually goes like this:
Crazy bus conductor- where your money?! (Asking for the bus fare aggressively)
Me- how much?

Him- Oshodi na 300

Me- Oga na 200
Him- *starts shouting*
Me- *tries to argue in futility cos my soft voice is no match for his coarse voice*

One of two things happen, either I win and pay the 200 or I just quietly pay and try to forget the anger brewing on my insides πŸ˜‚ Oh yeah! I don’t like losing arguments.

I often get into these arguments with the bus guys because I don’t like being exploited… No matter how little. Paying the extra money is not a problem, but why should I? What’s the justification for the price hike? It’s not like the bus is any better than the one that collected the normal fare. And hey, last I checked, fuel prices weren’t increased… I know my pettiness gets in the way every now and then though. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

Being in Lagos is a little tough for me. I can’t speak the local dialect (Yoruba) and I can’t shout. Most times, other people help me champion my arguments- real MVPs, I tell ya!😁 A friend of mine commented that I didn’t look like someone who could handle the city’s hustle and bustle (because I look a little timid and shy). But then again, in Rome you act like the Romans, and I think I’m doing a pretty good job of being a Lagosian- giving the tough guy look (check me out on my next bus argument πŸ˜‚).

That’s about it! Now that I think of it, I need to actually engage in more intellectual arguments with my friends- any of you ready for an argument? 😏

Your turn: what was the last argument you had?

See you next time!



9 thoughts on “Day 20

  1. I had to really think about this one.
    The last one I can I remember is arguing with my friend over fast driving. His style of driving drives me nuts yet he never sees his wrong. It can be so frustrating.


  2. This makes two of us. Like you said, when in Rome, you act like the Romans. After a couple of months or years from moving to Lagos, my soft and low voice started becoming coarse and loud. These folks sense fear or timidity and you’re screwed.

    That argument would have been fun to witness.. πŸ˜‚


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