For Bankole Taiwo et al., 2012


I’d gone to get a visa and was told to pick it up a week later but had to go to work, hubby stepped in to go and get my passport. A week later, he still had not gotten round to it, so I reacted like a woman…I guilt tripped him….he stormed off, not speaking as usual….

Compromise was, ‘I’ll take you on Monday morning, ok’? ‘Yeah, fine, woreva’!

We left home around 9am, got on the expressway, with me still trying to make him apologize that it took so long and wondering if he was finally going to exchange me for some good money at some Baba’s(babalawo) place off the express like I think he should have long before now. Imagine my panic when right after this thought, he pulls over to the shoulder of the road……

In one second, I went through all of the moves I learnt during my short stint at judo in my early days in UI & decided it would be futile against juju. Still, I asked, ‘why are we stopping’? He reached behind as he said ‘I need my sunglasses’ picked up a pair of sunglasses & attempted to move back onto the road. We both looked up at a plume of dust, wondering what was going on and as we moved closer, realised what just happened…….

I know very little about how these things can be but my hubby thinks what happened is that the bus blew a tire and the driver was unable to control the bus. It appeared to have been coming from the other side, from Lagos, heading towards Ibadan. I became frantic, shouting & asking what we could do. There was a woman splayed on the road and my immediate worry was that she may have been alive and another driver may crush her if they did not realise what had happened.

I sent a tweet to the only traffic person I follow, IBcity_Traffic, asking for retweets to any ambulance service who could help. There appeared to be several dead and 3men hobbled away from the scene. I started to cry & could not stop. My husband was shaken, I could tell, he kept saying, ‘what if I didn’t stop to put on my sunglasses’? I had no answer as we continued the journey. I was severely worried about getting help to the victims.

We encountered 2 more bad accidents during this trip and by the time we got to Lagos, my eyes were swollen & my head throbbing. The final straw was a near mishap, just ahead of us just after the Redemption camp. Again a tyre had burst on a saloon car but the driver was very experienced and wrestled the car onto the shoulder in another plume of dust. By this time, I was ready to be recruited to assassinate those responsible for the state of that road.

It’s the one factor that I think has claimed several lives on that stretch known as the Lagos-Ibadan expressway, but sadly, it is NOT the only factor. The road is B-A-D bad, very & in several bits, is exactly a death trap. The pain I felt on the return leg of the journey when I saw the work Julius Berger had accomplished in the 2 weeks since they were awarded the contract to fix the road is unquantifiable. Those responsible for the delay in the work must NOT go free and read my lips, if they do from human courts, God, righteous judge that he is will ensure their punishment in a special hell.

Haven said that, the road is not the ONLY factor responsible for the continual loss of lives on that road. Sometimes, road users do wrong, speeding, taking unnecessary risks, and feeling like Formula One drivers. That is sad as hell. Another group who will have their part in the punishment for lives lost on this road are those who should assess vehicle road worthiness but who for the few nairas that they just have to take, look away and allow cars that should have become cubes of metal to continue to deal in precious cargo, to the end that accidents happen & pain ensues.

I know many times when we look for examples of where things are done right, we look overseas but I am grateful that even here in Nigeria, I know great examples all around me, my husband, Mr Aiki-Raji and several others who will insist on tyres being changed as at when due. There is nothing you can say to make my husband not change all tyres when he needs to. Me, being Ijebu & all, I advocate for the bad one or two to be changed & he will insist on all 5 being changed. He will drive nothing above 100km/hr, no matter how swollen I get or how many times I sigh & he will insist on the driver doing same.

As we travelled that day, he showed me examples of those who zoomed past & who would be unable to control their vehicle if anything untoward happened. I got a better understanding of how difficult it must be to drive on the expressway (I am not allowed to do it at ANY time). To his mind, I am ALWAYS an accident waiting to happen and so putting me behind the wheel on the expressway is endangering other lives……

I am sad because even though accidents happen, we are not prepared as a people to handle them. I thought about the fact that some victims may actually be saved if the right services are available on our expressways. Ambulances, Fire engines and maybe even search-and-rescue helicopters. But I guess that would suggest that we are interested in doing the right thing.

I am further saddened by the fact that some drivers feel a need to use mind-altering substances in a bid to be ‘strong’ enough to face the rigours of driving. This is the very antithesis of what is required for a driver.

While sharing this horrid experience, a dear friend told of his recent experience of asking a newly employed driver to bring his wife to an eatery to meet up with him so they could have lunch and how when they finished and came out, met him having one of those herb-based drinks reputed to confer super powers on those who take them. He had been shocked and as if to calm his fears, this new and soon-to-be ex driver had assured him that he had taken one that was water based as opposed to the alcohol based ones. Needless to say, there and then, their new formed relationship ended and I was glad.

I do not mean this to be a treatise on what to do or not, but we all need to begin to police ourselves a little better than we have done hitherto and get in the faces of those who do not value our very valuable lives and insist that they do DO something to stop this senseless (and brutal) waste of potential that occurs every so often.

We only know Bankole Taiwo by name of those who died recently, how many more do die without any one being aware that they silently had an accident and veered off into a bush or ditch somewhere?

I got a call from my aunt this morning asking how I knew Bankole Taiwo…..I didn’t. I was even unaware he had retweeted my tweet till this morning. My sadness grew exponentially after we talked. If parents have to bury their children, it should not be for preventable accidents on major highways……..
I had mourned my frustration at being unable to do anything, today, for Bankole Taiwo & many others whose names I do not know, I weep new tears and ask for justice in doing right by prosecuting all who had a hand in the delay of fixing Lagos-Ibadan expressway, legislation enforcement of roadworthiness, transport worker groups policing their members on substance abuse and personal vigilance as we all use cars with patience and due care as we remember that our very lives are valuable, very very valuable…

Everything I have read about this young man has made me weep for a Nigeria that kills its bright gems & pretend to be oblivious to its responsibility in securing its future through its population. O ma se oh!

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