How I Gave Birth on a Lagos BRT Bus and the Conductor Named My Baby —A Lady Shares

I never imagined my baby would be born inside a Lagos BRT bus, but life had other plans.

On June 4th, I boarded a BRT at Ikorodu, heading to my sister’s place in Surulere. I was almost nine months pregnant, but I felt okay that morning. I even sent my sister a voice note “Get amala ready”, I’m coming with appetite and heavy belle.

The bus was calm at first. I had a front seat, close to the driver. But somewhere after Mile 12, I felt a sharp cramp. Then another. I tried to stay calm. I have heard of false labor before, so I told myself it wasn’t real. But by the time we passed Palmgrove, I couldn’t hide the pain anymore. I cried out loud.

“Driver, abeg park! This woman wan born o!” someone shouted.

The bus stopped, and everything turned into controlled chaos. People panicked, some prayed, others brought water. Then a calm voice spoke up: “I’m a nurse.” hmm that woman God bless her forever, she took over and turned the bus into a mini-delivery room.

She asked people to clear space, gave instructions, and stayed with me through every contraction. But there was one other person I didn’t expect to see by my side: the conductor.

His name was Chisom. Young, scared, but he didn’t leave me. He held my hand, wiped my forehead, and kept whispering, “You go dey okay. Just breathe. God dey.”

After about 25 minutes of screaming, pushing, and praying, I heard the most beautiful sound—a baby’s cry. My son.

People started clapping. A man shouted “Praise God!” Someone else played worship music on their phone. It felt like I had just given birth inside a moving church.

The nurse asked, “What’s his name?” I pointed at the conductor. “Na him help me. Make he name am.”

Chisom looked stunned, then said softly, “Chisomoluwa—God is with me.”

Even now, I still feel chills when I say that name.

An ambulance came later and took us to the hospital. We were both safe. But the story didn’t end there—someone recorded the whole thing. By evening, it was trending on Twitter. “#BRTBaby” they called him. The Lagos State Government sent baby gifts, and strangers offered to support me with diapers and clothes.

But the real gift was seeing how strangers came together. Nobody ran away. Nobody ignored me. That day, I wasn’t alone. I found a family in a place I least expected.

Has a stranger ever helped you in a way you’ll never forget? Share in the comments, your story could give someone hope.