10/06/2026
I got a post from my childhood friend asking if I was ever caught up in the agbero mess, trying to make you travel on their own bus and not the other buses. Below was my reply, a recap of a personal experience. Come along.
Those agbero boys dragged me at Ojota when I was going to pay my first rent at Alagbado (weeks before my Nikkah). They were two, scouting for Benin-Ore passengers, or so I thought. Two of them approached me and I told them that I wasnât traveling to Benin-Ore, my expectations fell on deaf ears, one of them grabbed my bag while the other was pulling me in the opposite direction, knowing what I had in the bag (a whole year rent and deposit meant to be paid to my waiting landlord after work at the radio station), as a Mushin boy, I sensed a buildup of daylight robbery, the one holding me will only release me after the other one with my bag would have disappeared from the scene. So , I became defensive of my possession.
I broke free from the one dragging me and turned on the one with my bag. I je**ed off the bag from him and ran across the road from the bus stop lanes into the expressway in a bid to escape. Not so easily, the show is yet to start.
While on the median (right under the Ojota bridge) the bag-grabber ran after me, putting up a fight. O ba di woro si woro. We started with boxing, make I no lie, the guy na heavy puncher but I had my strategy too, I threw some surprise punches as a leftie, it landed well. Boda mi Luku, âŠ..Wallahi, Judo still sharp for body in those days; I held on to my bag, the early morning Lagos traffic was running left towards Lagos island and right towards Ikorodu , in opposite directions but this guy was after my life. I realised the danger and started shouting for helpâŠ.(Lagos no send anyoneâŠ.nobody crossed the road to settle early two c***s fighting at express road ooo), it was give and take between us. The free drama was unfolding, no need to collect tickets.
This crazy guy lashed a heavy punch at me and I managed to dodge under him, Judo spirit possessed me instantly and before you can blink, I threw the guy with a sharp (Ipon Seoinage) shoulder throw. He landed flat with his back on the concrete floor. I instantly pinned him down between my knees, still having my bag containing a year house rent and deposit on my back. It was a rain of ambidextrous exchange of punches both ways. Give and take, adrenaline pumping, It wasnât funny at all.
I donât know if itâs the shame of being floored by a smaller guy awaiting him among his fellow agbero, the pain of landing on a hard surface or the combination of both that turned the guy crazy, he became more violent, punching me from the floor under me⊠he caught me on the face and chest several times and I knew that if this guy was not stopped, bigger problems would be my lot. I feared he would take my bag and push me into the oncoming traffic âŠ.Ojota express ooo, Ikorodu road for that matter.
Na so I threw him this sucker of a punch in the mouth. His head was sent back, hitting hard on the Julius Berger concrete floor of the median. I saw bloodied foam coming from his mouth, his eyes turned in, and instantly I released my hold on him. I saw an opening in the traffic and decided to run away from an early morning Shayttan(Satan) on the loose.
The guy staggered, he stood up with a rage and was looking for an object like a stick, stone, broken bottle or an iron rod that could serve him as a weapon fashioned against me. I know that route a defeated fighter in his situation would go. I weaved through the crazy traffic and ran across the road towards Oregun Road. I looked back and this guy was very close to me, he was still scanning around for a weapon.
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