Imagine boarding a commercial bus to a destination, quiet passengers, expert driver, cool music, comfortable seat, smooth driving, and you slip into that world of day-dreaming about whatsoever gives you joy…Well, wake up, not when you are travelling on Ilorin-Oyo highway, because  there is no peace of mind in company of a journey here.

It is typical of every Nigerian road to have potholes, wrecked vehicles due to accidents and many more, but on the particular journey from Ilorin to Oyo, there is always a lot to encounter like queues of trailers, I mean countless. What’s worse is the manner by which they drive, so reckless, a big vehicle overtaking the other big one on a sloppy, narrow road, a sports car coming from the other side as no choice but to find its way into the nearest bush by the roadside, if not, gbam!, a ghastly accident with many souls signed up to meet their creator, all in a jiffy.

Moreover the curved style of the narrowed road gets you thinking of the amazing view but unwise construction of how a federal road should be, giving the fact that Nigerians are quite impatient in important matters of life.

Narrowing it down to the aspect of driving, the drivers overtake each other at that point where the road is curved, knowing that it is wrong, but with such hasty attitude, some don’t care of how that is prone to accident that claim lives.

Nevertheless, the boulevards of jungle gives an insight of “somewhere in Africa” where you are travelling on a road and by your right is a field filled up with zebras, elephants and their likes and by the left is a lake filled up with swarms and birds of the air, flying free…one word NATURE…that is what you get to witness on Ilorin-Oyo highway.

The market ODO-OBA excites me the most. Arrays of tubers of yam, kegs of palm oil, pineapples, oranges, what have you, are filled at both sides of the road. I appreciate that a lot because of the reminder that civilization hasn’t taken over fully the whole nation. The beauty of a community market where hard effort of farmers could be felt, and tradition maintained can’t be compared to a big mall with food ingredients frozen in a cooling room.

I think the government should do something better about that road, it shouldn’t be a walk-way of dead souls, or become a phobia for travellers, like am becoming right now…it should be a road you can travel on and wish your loved ones safe trip and mean it, feel safe and not where we should write the adieu words, knowing a loved one passed on due to an accident on that highway.