I watched again yesterday as another
molue BRT bus was loaded and dispatched. As has become the norm along the
Ikeja-Iyana Ipaja route which I ply regularly, the bus was OVER-loaded. So
much so that the men who were loading and dispatching the buses began to admit
people through the exit (rear) door into the already crowded vehicle. When a
few of the passengers already standing, tightly packed inside protested against being inconvenienced, the official in
question commented to those around him, 'Some people are wicked o!' He simply couldn't
relate with why 'some people' were hesitant about being harassed at being
stuffed like sardines in a bus, for an hour-long drive.
I mentally shook my head (I did not have the strength to
comment, let alone facilitate unnecessary bodily movement).
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CovertPhoto: Inside the bus |
I had always blamed this development solely on the
bus operators but it abruptly dawned on me at that moment that commuters are equally culpable -
actually the Bulk portion of blame.
It is attitudes such as this from both concerned quarters - service providers and service consumers - that will
truncate the BRT vision, if unchecked. No system collapses abruptly. In my line
of work, I am daily confronted with the knowledge that for every accident that
occurs, there are Causal and Contributory factors. An effect (mishap, accident,
failure) may often be averted or mitigated despite the cause, if contributory
factors are eliminated. Hence I preserve hope in spite of the ominous collapse
of this laudable initiative, especially in view of the sad history of similar
initiatives in the past.
So back to the question, not of who to
blame, but how the blame should be apportioned.
Must Nigerians always be docile, accepting and even proponents of the unsavoury conditions they daily encounter? Why do we so easily resign to fate and smother our faith? The BRT situation is only one manifestation of this trend.
Must Nigerians always be docile, accepting and even proponents of the unsavoury conditions they daily encounter? Why do we so easily resign to fate and smother our faith? The BRT situation is only one manifestation of this trend.
On the said day, I had even been standing at the bus stop for about an hour waiting for a bus, in a long queue that alternately thinned and coalesced according to the strength and/or patience of the other commuters (a discussion for another day). When the bus eventually arrived, we boarded until it was also overloaded. Of course, I had ensured I obtained a window seat so as to distance myself from the anticipated confusion in the aisle. My expectations were not disappointed. Shortly after departure from the terminal, the bus stopped once again, apparently
to take on more passengers!
Of course, there were the few grunts of protest, a few
outbursts (more of impatience than anger), even a joke or two about where the
driver intended to place the new entrants. I was not amused in the least and I broke my usual reticence to voice a protest. I was tempted to start a revolt. But confrontation
has never really been one of my strongpoints, much less physical ones.
There's only so much a one-man army can accomplish, I consoled myself, especially if those with whom you share the cause are complacent about their lot. But there will be days when logic will have to submit to brute force. So I will prepare for such a time.
There's only so much a one-man army can accomplish, I consoled myself, especially if those with whom you share the cause are complacent about their lot. But there will be days when logic will have to submit to brute force. So I will prepare for such a time.
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Another CovertPhoto: Jam-packed bus |
To be continued...