Death by Train


“Death by train.” This is what would have been making the rounds among my friends after the news of my death has broken out.
This happened when I was in my year two in college. I had this crazy friend I was always rolling around school with. One day, he suggested we took the train from Yaba to Agege instead of taking Iyana-Ipaja bus from Jibowu. He told me we had to get there by 6pm and he assured me we would get seats on the train. I was really excited about the thought of entering a train because that was going to be my first time plus I love adventures. I had began to imagine me climbing the stairs with grace, cat walking down the aisle, sitting by the window (I love window seat any day), enjoying the view all through the ride blah blah. I had forgotten I wasn’t in Yankee. Too much reading has instilled some kind of mindsets in me. In my early days of writing, I had people telling me my writing was too western. Na them sabi. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚
Anyways, back to the gist. We got there by some minutes past six and the train hadn’t arrived. I was bubbling, pacing the side of the tracks, stretching my neck to see when my express train would come carry me off to wonderland. Yinmu. When people began to speed off the tracks, grabbing their wares and stuff, I realised the train was approaching. I was busy grinning from ear to ear. Only for the train to arrive and we started hearing, “no space, no space”.
That was the first time of seeing a train up close and people were hanging out from every hole, sitting on the train and stuff. I looked at my friend like, “Uhn, are we expecting another one.” He then said we should go take a regular bus but I insisted I wanted to follow the train since we were already there. We managed to secure a spot by the door, barely holding on to anything. I was scared but I was forming hard, hard guy. 🀣🀣🀣As soon as the train started running, I knew I had made the worst decision of my life. I am scared of heights and hanging off a moving train was like a death sentence.
Somewhere along the journey, two guys in front of me started arguing. One was the fare collector, the other, a passenger. The argument got really heated and the next thing I heard was “ma ti iya subu kuro ninu train yi.” Meaning I will push you out of this train. 😲😲😲 Ehn? Push keh. You people should not try to be unfortunate. This guy was directly in front of me and pushing him would mean me falling out. They started exchanging blows and like play, like play the fare collector started to push this guy. It was then I realized I was the one in the unfortunate position. πŸ™†πŸ™†πŸ™†I didn’t have a strong grip. My friend too wasn’t standing in a very good spot. If I slip, no one would be able to grip me. I started wondering if it’s just my legs the train would crush or my whole body. In my mind I started crying. Is this how I would just die like that? Why didn’t I go and pursue my normal danfo? 😭😭😭
I started shouting, people around me were also trying to calm the two men down. But you know Agberos. If they haven’t drawn blood, they would not rest. I could feel my feet slipping from the edge. I had to pray to God to save me from the two mad men who didn’t seem to care that they were about to kill someone’s daughter. They eventually stopped fighting and we got to agege not too long after. I was too traumatized I couldn’t even say a word. My evil friend was just laughing at me. It wasn’t even funny and I have done idea why he found any of it funny. I could have died! 😑😑😑 At that moment I was too shocked to be upset.
I’ve never stepped foot in a train since then. Emi ko.
What’s your worst experience using a public transport system?

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