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Okada as fondly called in Nigeria is another name for motorcycle transport. It is the fastest means of road transport in a city like Lagos where traffic jam is the other of the day.
Bike transport also allows people who reside in the sub-urbs to get around faster.
The rider (Okada Man) often carries two passengers on the back sit. Okada men are very good at manovering road blocks and traffic jam.
People often take bikes when there is a very important place to be in a short while.
Although classed as the most dangerous means of transport in Nigeria, its is the fastest and cheapest as a 3km journey can cost as low as $0.30 (30 cents) 50 Naira.
Often, older women prefer to sit at the back to avoid sandwiching between the bikeman and the second passenger.
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Sometimes, women prefer to sit alone on bikes. However, in a case where there is huge traffic jam, they have no choice than to sit with another passenger going in the same direction.
To my observation, bike transport seems to be a thing that triggers hormones in both passengers especially if they are youths in Nigeria.
I almost got embarrassed one night.
I live in a remote area in Lagos and okada is the only means of transport to the major road.
I was very dark at about 10:00PM but I needed to move out at night so I stood at a crossroad and tried to flag down a bike. None stopped and I was already trekking when I tried out my luck one more time.
Usually, I prefer to sit alone but it the few bikes that passed by were occupied.
Just then, I flagged down a bike not knowing it was occupied. The occupant asked the bike to stop to carry me.
The occupant was a young lady (quite a scenic) so I thanked her for saving me from a long trek to the Bus-Stop. I thought to myself he's just a random girl, I've got nothing to be scared about.
My Hormones betrayed me
Little did I know that I was in for a war with myself.
As the bike ran into big ditches on the untarred road of the street, a contact was made between my crotch and her buttocks. It was as if this plump lady in her mid 20's did this intentionally, she adjusted to the back as much as I retreated. Efforts to prevent my crotch from clamping her buttocks whenever the bike entered a ditch were abortive. I even tried to sit on the metal extension of the bike o. Then I thought to myself, John, you can control this. It's just a random adventurous girl. She can't succeed.
My mind was all up refuting the hormonal activity trying to arouse 'Mr John Thomas'.
I knew that it wouldn't be funny if there was a protrusion then I asked the bike man to stop and quickly alighted.
As I tried to take out money from my pocket, the lady took a quick glance at me and looked to the other side. I began to wonder if she had done it intentionally or if she was crazy. If there had been a protrusion, she would have laughed at me right? Her father!
Since then, I have tried as much as possible to avoid sitting with a lady on the bike.
That's just my experience. In most cases, its the male commuter that harasses the female on the bike. Sometimes, its vice versa.
These things happen on the bike and even when you are in your purest mood and do not want to corrupt your mind, things might get out of control. The slightest contact with the opposite sex will turn the hormones on.
Do you live in Lagos? Have you experienced something like this on the bike? Feel free to share.
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