I sold my Toyota Corolla and embraced public transport. Yes, danfo. Yes, BRT. Yes, the chaos. But you know what disappeared? The constant fear of scratch. The mechanic wahala. The fuel price panic. The traffic rage. The "where do I park?" stress. I save ₦150,000 monthly. I read books in traffic instead of cursing. I arrive at work calm. People think I am poor. I think I am smart. In Lagos, your car is not just transport; it is a stress subscription. Are we driving ourselves into hypertension to impress people who don't care?
