What an Eventful Morning.

Its a public holiday today, so I got to sleep a little longer before I headed for work. Good thing there wasnt a lot of traffic. Within the two hours it took me to get to work, so much had happened. In the first bus i entered to Oshodi, I was reminded that most Nigerians are born with a degree in insulting. In the BRT bus I boarded, the Most Beautiful event unfolded before my very eyes; and from which I learned two things: 1. Love is real 2. People learn/grow to hate or to be sentimental/tribalistic/racist/... e.t.c There was a Woman sitting in front of me with her baby on her back. Very cheerful boy he was, speaking his "ta ta ta" baby language for all who would listen. At some point he was putting his hand out the window, I moved to remove them but stopped when I saw that his Mother was already aware of what he was doing. If she had a problem with it, she would have done something about it. There was a Man sitting beside her, and on seeing a young lady and her baby, he gave up his seat (Chivalry isn't dead suckers!!!). Now, there are two Mothers backing two babies in front of me. Both boys. The chatty baby looked to the "new comer baby" with keen interest and a wonderful smile, he then took his hand.That had to be love, it was so beautiful to watch. At this point, let me say that both women were visibly from different tribes. The chatty baby's Mother smiled at the new baby and attempted to start a conversation with his Mother, but she was having none of it, and she steady tried to distract her son from his new friend with offerings of chin chin and the rest. After a while, the chatty baby started to doze and let go of his friend's hand. But the new baby was having none of it. He held on to his hand as if to say "You want to sleep off and leave me?" It was beautiful to watch. We were like aliens to them in their own little world and it was amazing. Especially when you factor in the fact that the new Mother obviosuly did not like the new relationship. I wouldnt know if it was a tribe thing, or she just wasnt in a good mood (Im going on to assume its tribe). Nelson Mandela's words make much more sense to me now. No one is born hating anyone cause of the colour of your skin or language you speak, people are taught to hate, but lets just stick to love cause its beautiful and less of a burden to bear. Anyways, I was still smiling as I alighted and got into the next bus. As the Conductor was moving to collect his money, the man beside me flashed him his I.D card (Apparently, there's some sort of unwritten rule where Police Officers don't pay for bus). The bone of contention here was that the man wasnt wearing a unifrom, and that privilege is usually accorded only to those in uniform. The conductor eventually agreed but the Police Officer had flipped, saying "How dare you ask for my uniform? Do you know who I am? Youre lucky I'm so and so, I would have slapped you this morning e.t.c" and the Conductor wasnt even speaking. Finally, a woman spoke (What we were all thinking possibly). She set the Policeman straight, saying the conductor wasnt wrong, seeing as the privilege is accorded to offficers in uniform etc. And how we're not helping the corruption problem of Nigeria. I would have clapped for her if not that the man was sitting beside me, and I've heard of slaps that leave you deaf "I go deaf you" kind of slaps. Anyways, the man took it out of turn, cursed her generations, threatened to arrest her, called her rift raft, basketmouth, we all laughed, and I got off at my busstop. she was the bravest person in the room. What an eventful morning.