Every Woman for herself... (My Ladipo Story)
I have never been in a crossfire before, but the one time I was caught in the middle of a cross fire in Ladipo, that single event changed my life view. In 2016, I was still an IT student on a one year industrial training. Just four months into getting familiar with the area I witnessed what I would have on a good day seen on the TV as NEWS. I had just been transferred to the new branch my boss opened for business, my office had all the comfort: air condition, portable DVD player, roller seat, soft drinks stocked in the fridge, no serious work to get done at that time, take selfie here, take selfie there, then wait till 6pm and fo home. The mayhem started at about nine in the morning of that unfaithful day. I had resumed work like every other normal day, did the 'every every' and was settled to begin the days work. Oga Steve (our driver then) had come to park our boss's car at the lot in the building. He popped in to say Hi, but later sat down on the customer seat to