4th Level Socioeconomic Resetting: to OOU on public transport&… Ononenyi @ 70 - Ik Muo, PhD

 

When Governor Soludo delivered the 3th convocation lecture  of Veritas University, Abuja, on 8/11/24, he argued  that Nigeria was undergoing  fundamental and disruptive resetting, subsequent to the subsidy ‘removal’. I wish to note that long after that removal, NNPC was still battling with ‘cost under-recovery’, which is one of the reasons  for its  financial quashiokor . However, as Nigeria is undergoing this macro reset, and I wish Nigeria well in the process, individuals are undergoing the real  and tortuous reset at the micro level. About a week after  Soludo’s Hypothesis, Dr Toriola of Hallmark University had calibrated peoples’ response to the strangulating  fuel price into 7: cutting down unnecessary trips, eschewing all non-work related trips, car-pooling, opting for public transportation,  abandoning  the family and relocating near the work environment( for those who can afford  to relocate)  and to  quit work.   Between 5th and 12th November, I  fuelled my car with N107000, just to go to school and back. And I bought from an  NNPC station, where it is  supposed to be relatively cheaper.   After sharing this  gruelling fuelling experience with one of my colleagues, he  asked me: Oga-Muo, ‘can we continue like this; What can we do?’  I meditated  on that question and concluded that something must give.  Last week, after a thorough strategic  retreat and review, involving a personal SWOT analysis, I intentionally decided to indulge in  Toriola’s  4th level of Socio Economic resetting: going to work with public transport. It is not that I can no longer afford to fuel my car to work for now. But I know that its foolhardy  to continue doing so because it is NOT sustainable.

 I am used to public  transport . From Ijebuode to Lagos, from Lagos to Igbo-Ukwu and back and from Igbo-Ukwu to Aba, it has always been public transport at least to the tune  90% . However, things are no longer normal. I had gone to school with public transport occasionally, especially whenever  my car went on strike without notice. But now, it has to be a regular feature because I CANNOT afford to drive to school even for the three days a week, which the school has magnanimously allowed, especially as  I don’t receive any constituency project budget. I  undertook some research and  learnt that there were vehicles  that ply directly from  Ijebu-Ode to OOU but they usually left around 7am. I reasoned that since I was not the cleaner, leaving  my house around 6am so as to get to the bus station before 7 and arrive the school before 8 would not do. So, on Wednesday, 27/11/24 I decided to go through the multiple-drop  public transport model, which allowed me to  leave whenever I wanted .

  That day, I had a 10 am class and so, I left around 8am rather than my usual 9+.  When I got to the park, the car  that was  loading  had space for only one passenger but it  required pairing with somebody  in  the front-seat(the presence of FRSC officials on the route notwithstanding). So  I went to the next car on the queue and sat at the back, which seated the  normal 3 passengers.  Of course, I lost some time but  that option was more convenient and comfortable . When we got to the Ago-Iwoye  park, I took a two-legged vehicle to  the designated park for OOU-bound vehicles. A bus was loading and I  chose a seat that was a little bit on the outer fringes of the bus where I would be the last person to board.  The vehicle required 3 more  passengers to  fill-up but a group of four students  arrived simultaneously. The driver decided to take all of them, thereby displacing me and told me offhandedly  to join the empty bus behind . I refused, telling him that it didn’t  concern me that they  were 4 since I was there before them. He then  asked me why he should leave 4 passengers just because of one passenger( myself). This is  motor-park logic, which they learnt from the practice of agberoism!  I took a mental note to  ask my colleagues in the Department of Transport the model from which this kind of logic was derived. Anyway, I insisted on having my seat. Nobody spoke in my favour and the students did not even bother that they were about displacing a grey-haired elder, who was obviously their lecturer! ‘Na the kind thing wey Musa de see for gate’, The driver then mellowed down, pleaded, prostrated and I left for the next bus, which filled up within few minutes.  This driver had converted the passengers into his conductors and after we  had handed over the fares, which  we  had collected row-by-row, the driver felt that  he had been shortchanged. So, he  stopped along the way , without any explanation or apology to count and  confirm the completeness of the money. We wasted  more than 5 minutes  as he counted the passengers and counted and recounted the money. Finally, we got to the school gate and everybody disembarked for the mandatory security check. As an elder-staff, I stayed back and after some minutes, the students reboarded and  we got to the school park. I trekked the  1km  distance to my office, rested a few minutes and  off to class. A trip that usually took me about 30 minutes, lasted almost two hours. But I got to school and attended to my students, most of whom did  not come, blaming it on transport difficulties. However I reminded those who came late that others, including the son of man, also came via public transport!

 

 That day,  I left school earlier than usual because I had observed  that there were always vehicle shortages later in the evenings( 5pm+). So, I left  around 3, met a bus loading and boarded. However,  on the return journey(OOU to Ijebuode), the bus seated 4 people at the  row behind the driver(we seated 3 in the morning). Two  of the passengers were  a little bit ‘bodacious’ and so, it was really jampacked and squeezy  especially for those of us with little frames. The space was so tight that I had to drop my laptop in the booth. A colleague of mine was so inconvenienced that he was grumbling throughout the trip: first when the driver did not leave immediately and when the driver dropped a passenger and decided to check the  radiator water-level. I didn’t blame the driver. It was circumstances that forced the crayfish to bend to this level. I dropped at the Molipa roundabout,  bent down a little bit to collect my laptop but when I wanted to raise up my head, I received a heavy ‘knock’ from the sharp edge of the booth cover, which gave me a ‘bump’ that still exists. I waited for a few minutes there to recover from the shock. It  was as if the car knew that I was a fresher in the public transport mode and decided to  cut my tail just as practiced in secondary schools where the seniors deploy various mischievous methods to  cut the tail of fresh students( to initiate and welcome them!)

 I  later noticed that our car-parks were becoming increasingly empty. The pictures ( 28/11/24)showed the situation of our parks; the one which had the capacity for more than 50cars, harboured  just one. The other one, a  premium and much sought after park( because it provided a good shed), which usually filled up around 8 had only one car at11am when I looked around.

 Empty staff  car parks@OOU, 28/11/24

The forest-chicken, okwa, had advised her kids to eat the roots as they were eating the yam so that whenever the farmer harvested the yam, they could survive on its roots. It appears that  this ‘farmer’ has  uprooted the yam and the son of man has to survive on the roots! And as I am learning to waka-about with my ‘legedizbenz’  and  patronising public transport with the masses as a way of life, my car is also learning how to ‘stay at home’.  Two weeks ago, the car visited the school twice and in the first week of December 2024, it visited only once. Luckily, it may vis once this week. That is the reality.

 An unknown Nigeria had said that Nigerians were good adjusters and could readjust to any( downwards and degrading ) situation, taking any  bread  of adversity and water of affliction  served by the government. Well, I am undergoing my own readjustment and that is why a man who graduated in 1980, started working in 1982 and is  now in the twilight of his career and three steps away from the 7th floor  has been forced to learn a  strange new skill; the skill of struggling for busses with  his students!

 Anyway, the public transport model saved me about 80%  of my usual transportation  expenses but how do I quantify and monetise the inconveniences,  loss of time,  loss of independence and  obloquy in the eyes of the society, especially students? As I continue with this mode, driving to school only once a week I will continue to improve the process, like paying for two seats rather than seating two in front

·       I later  asked  Dr Raji HOD Transport  Management ,the model applied by the driver who displaced me so as to carry four students, he said it was substitution by elimination!

  

Ononenyi @ 70

 

Join us in this double celebration: 70th Birthday anniversary and peaceful retirement of my elder brother, Prof MC Muo, Umeononenyi.

 Dele Farotimi: Truth Dies in Darkness

 

Truth dies in darkness. Darkness is when you see the truth and do not speak it or you ate intimidated into silence; Dele Farotimi. 2/12/24


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