The hustling and bustling never ends in Warri central park. The drivers, conductors, passengers, hawkers, pickpockets, touts, hawkers, beggars and all sorts of humanity mingle in the open space. Ejiro was busy calling in passengers into an 18 seater bus. The commission for a loading a bus was N100 naira. If he had luck was on his side, he could load ten buses before midday and earn N1000. The competition was stiff. This was Warri where everyone was looking out for himself. The driver of the vehicle was a burly looking fellow. He sat on a bench in one of the food joints in the motor park gobbling up a plate of eba and egusi soup. “Abraka! Abraka! Abraka!” He called out to a man on black traditional attire with a bowler hat.

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