It is almost as if I am just being taught a life lesson in this. This Monday is all about reflections for me because something happened to me that is making me re-evaluate my life and my next few decisions. Last week I mentioned that I am moving closer and closer to leaving this conductor business and it is the truth – if I did not know this I know it more with what happened that is making me re-evaluate my life.
One of my friends, and fellow conductor moving this same CMS to Victoria Island route, told me he quickly wanted to go and buy alomo from one woman like this in CMS sha. The woman is a normal customer for us and there is nothing you cannot get from this woman I am telling you from agbo jedijedi to agbo malaria and every thing. Sometimes the woman even has igbo if you ask her very well but that one is not for me. Anyway, my friend told me he wanted to quickly go and buy alomo from her because, according to him, he had work that he needed energy for that night. This was on Friday o, around 9 in the night and traffic had already started building outside the island and the traffic inside the island had reduced well so we did not have crowd. All of us were just sitting and laughing in the park.
That is how, in front of my eyes o, three boys went up to meet Raman. That is the name of my friend, Raman. So three boys went up to meet Raman and they were just talking quietly and before we knew what was happening I just saw three different flashes of silver and the flash disappeared. After that the three boys ran away before anybody could register what was happening and Raman started to fall on the floor. It was like home video in my eye I swear. I ran to Raman and I saw that the place they had stab him was very baaadd. He was already doing like he was fainting. None of us there knew what to do we just kept on shouting his name and shaking him till Raman was no more.
Let me tell you the truth, that is the first time I will see somebody die in my front. It was like film trick and I am still thinking about it till today. Somebody that I was laughing with, begging him not to kill his girlfriend on Friday night and now nothing. We don’t even know who his people are so what are we going to do? We threw him inside the water at CMS and that was all because the way this country is ehn, if we had gone to police they will first use that one to search us and arrest us and that one will now be another story.
Guys, Friday changed me. I could not even go for any of the events that I wanted to go for on Saturday and Sunday. I just sat in my room listening to all the noise around me and thinking about my life. Can you now see why my life really really has to change? More than ever I am resolved to succeed with my music and you guys will hear a song from me before you know it. If Vocal Slender from that Lagos dump in Ketu can make it as a star then why can’t I? His star is not brighter than my own abeg. I really have to make it before someone will come and stab me over one small dispute.
29-year-old Boye Fafunwa has always been called Fabo by his friends and in school. He has no idea how the name originated and almost always introduces himself simply as “Fabo”.
Having grown up in the rural areas of Ogun State, deciding to go to Lagos – a land of greener pastures, has been a roller-coaster experience for him. When Fabo was thrown into Lagos Life as an upcoming and thirst-driven artist, he vowed to be seen at all the events and with all the top names in the music industry. Even though he is a graduate who studied Industrial Art at The Federal Polytechnic Ilaro in Ogun State, he has been pushed to a life of hardship by a recent loss of all he holds dear.
Fabo lives in a self-contain apartment in Adeniji Adele surviving on money gotten from his day job of being a bus conductor. At night Fabo transforms into a typical young man in Lagos who is just looking to survive and become famous.
These are his chronicles, brought to you every Monday through FAB Magazine Online.