Lagos, let’s talk truth. If you’ve driven down the Lekki-Epe Expressway or the new Coastal Road lately, you’ve seen him. The boy in the yellow vest, sweating under the sun, pedaling a bicycle like his life depends on it—when, in reality, that bicycle is the very thing that’s going to cost him his life.

He’s weaving through “danfo” buses and “Indaboski” drivers who think they own the asphalt. He’s going against traffic, heart racing, trying to meet a delivery deadline for a cold shawarma. And we? We just hiss, shout “Wéré!” out the window, and swerve.

We are all waiting for the “accident” to happen, but let’s be real: when it happens, it won’t be an accident. It’ll be a slaughter.A Nightmare in Broad Daylight. Imagine it for a second. One small “touch” from a speeding SUV, and that bicycle becomes a mangled piece of scrap metal. No helmet. No padding. Just human flesh against hot coal-tar. We’ll see the white of his brain—the medulla oblongata—splattered for the world to see.And you know how we are in this Lagos. People will gather, start shouting “Eeeyah!”, and bring out their phones to record “content” for TikTok. Some will even try to see if the food in his backpack is still intact. We have become so cold that a human being becoming road-kill is just another Tuesday morning “traffic report.

Let’s call out the real “Oga at the top.” These big logistics companies—like Glovo and the rest—call these boys “independent contractors.” That’s just “big grammar” for: “If you die, it’s your business, not ours.”How can you put a human being on a bicycle—not a bike, a bicycle—to compete with 18-wheelers on a Lagos highway? It’s not just “cutting corners” to save money; it’s wicked. No helmet, no lights, no safety gear.

They are basically sending these boys on a suicide mission so they can keep their profit margins high, playing “God” with people’s children for a few extra Naira. The Drivers are complicit too, we are too “ferocious” on the road, treating these riders like they are invisible while the Riders themselves do not see their lives worthy of any values. In their rush to make some few Nairas, they take risks that leave them one inch away from the mortuary.

Lagosians, are we really going to wait until we start picking teeth out of our car radiators before we speak up? This “I don’t care” attitude is what is killing us.We need to tell the government and these companies: Enough is enough. A bicycle has no business on a Lagos Expressway. If a company wants to operate, they must provide proper motorbikes, real helmets, and reflective signals. We cannot keep “disrupting the economy” by sacrificing the poor.

Don’t just read this and swipe past. The next time you see that yellow vest dodging a truck, remember: that’s someone’s brother, someone’s son. His life is worth more than a delivery fee.