Monday, April 20, 2009

Fuel Queues make me sick

Right now i'm sitting in a car owned by one of my Bosses at the office, queing for fuel.
i heard about the scarcity and made a few observations that there were a few long lines but never thought i'd land right smack in the middle of it. now the heat i've always dreaded is scorching me with a big grin on its face (if it had one).... i wonder what Nigeria is turning into; for no reason at all fuel supply has ceased, the next thing you start hearing is that the whole charade is politicaly motivated, especially with the PDP whatever going on in the middle of town.
I swear the last thing that should happen now is for one smelly convoy carrying one toothless minister or special adviser to stop right beside me, by the time i'm finished with him, he'll wish it was only a piece of my mind I gave him.
Speak of the devil one of them just passed by noisily and as if they knew what was going through my mind they beat the traffic light.
Honestly we Abuja people are lucky but we don't know, back then in lagos, meeting a queue was like running into a brick wall and having no other direction to turn to, what would make things worse was the amount of fillling station attendants you would have to settle (official and unofficial). Here in abuja Queues try to pretend that they are formed by normal well behaved people but something tells me they're all looking for the next "sharp Guy" to emulate.

Men i don suffer, after spending more than six years hustling to get a degree from a federal university i eventually entered the mandatory Youth service corps about seven months ago. so far the best work i've done couldn't earn me enough regard to escape this sort of errand. As i sit here in self pity wondering why I didn't settle for one obscure posting in the middle of no where rather than staying in Abuja.
My heart goes out to Drivers in Nigeria, often ignored and unknowingly mistreated by their employers, considering what they have to go through in times like these; sitting in thier oga's cars under the hot sun with no plans of retirement, benefit or health insurance. Gosh! life really is unfair.
hhhmmmmm........ after almost two hours of waiting I can now see the bend leading up to the filling station entrance now one of the scariest things going through my mind just above the possibility of the filling station catching fire is the attendants telling me they're out of fuel when its just about my turn. I bet you i'll scoop every last available drop they've got even if it means me using a teaspoon. i'm trying to banish such negative thoughts from my mind but its hard since i'm so close, besides these fellow drivers i thought i had formed a bond with through the whole ordeal don't seem to recognize me anymore; they all now look like fuel sucking vampires, maybe my face too has changed......


  1. hahaha,pls pardon my laughter,i just couldn't help myself @ d last scenerio u juss painted. Honestly my heart goes out to the everyday nigerian driver on the street, who doesn't have anyother source of making ends meet,with a family to take care of. its'indeed a harsh world that we live in.
    Those of us who are in better positions than these drivers should be very thankful to God.
    We all have to keep praying that Nigeria becomes a better place for our sake and that of our unborn children.

  2. nice one brof.keep this up man

    what team do you support?i haven't read any comments about soccer from you yet o!!!!!