Voice of the Street2012-12-20 08:41 Often times, discoveries are made after much research. So, I decided to embark on a little research myself.
My choice of research... Well... The street. I underscored a particular street to listen and hear if really the street would speak to me.
As i stepped out of the house, not more than 5 steps, i heard iya Sikira, the tomato seller, shout to one of her children to go and look for change. In her words; "Wasiu, lo mu change wa".
Away from that distraction, "Barca is better than Real Madrid", was an argument from a newspaper stand. As a football lover, i moved closer to enjoy the debate. You needed to see the passion in the eyes of these faithful fans, like there was a price at stake.
The street sure has a way of diverting ones attention. Before i could compose my thoughts, there was a scuffle between an okada man, and his passenger. Looking to be a peacemaker, i inquired what the cause of the squabble was, before i could utter a word for or against, an hour had passed by, "so much for minding my business".
"Grghhhhhhhhhhhhh", the sound of Gbenga's generator, our famous street barber, business must be good.
"Hey biggy", one of the 'bad boys', hails me, " anything for the boys...at all at all ,na im bad pass", he exclaimed.
Almost at the edge of the street, "agege- ishaga, agege-ishaga", the conductor shadows for passengers.
Finally home, I asked myself, who was the voice of the street? The tomato sellers; the football fans; the okadaman and his passenger; the barbers generator; the home boy or the conductor?
Life on the street is a constant struggle, where uncertainty abounds. You don't know were your next meal would come from neither do you know what's going to happen next.
Having said these, who really has the time to speak for the street? It's everyman for himself, but maybe monsieur Olamide (YNBL) could enlighten us a little.