I can’t remember which hormones were on autopilot when I screamed “Yes.”
I guess after my endless feat of successful adventures, I thought this was going to be a walk in the park.
Boy! I was wrong. What they were asking for was literally impossible.
“A Danfo conductor Or Conductress” for the whole day? As in… Ketu, Mile12……
Anyways, not ready to let my adventurous self-down, I obliged happily.
I got to the garage bright and early the next day; punctuality is the sole of business, you know.
The first man I met greeted me with a “Sisi, where you dey go?”
How was I to explain to this 5ft 9, dark complexion lanky original Yoruba Man, that I was going to be his “Sidekick” for the day.
Having told him about my One-day mission, which he gladly obliged, I assumed position.
Everyone was about to be dazed, even me.
Talk about facing your worst fears!
I’m sure I made so many people’s morning.
I mean I was calling passengers, looking like this!!!!
My outfit was conservative yet figure flattering, quite the statement piece. .
I was jittery at the start but I got a hang of it somewhere in the middle.
Did I mention my friends were recording the entire session?
On a scale of Scary to Impossible, I was on Unimaginable.
The First hour, I felt my skin split open from stares and snickers, but I wasn’t giving up easily.
3 hours in, I was literally commanding an audience Martin Luther King Jr. couldn’t compete with.
I had somehow re-defined the term “Conductor”
Passengers were filing in with quite a rush,