He seemed lost in thought but suddenly came back to life when our correspondent greeted him. “My brother, how now?” he said silently, just as he disposed the cigarette butt in his hand, managed to pull himself upright and threw a long yawn. He looked tired.

It was a sunny Tuesday afternoon. Mr. Desmond, as he would later introduce himself, stifled yet another yawn and appeared ready to listen, just as he wiped his face with his hands, reached for a dusty tract tucked somewhere in his dashboard and fanned himself in his rickety yellow bus.

His face looked relatively unwelcoming, and he was barely audible, but to a patient listener, he articulated his thoughts so well and sounded very eloquent. Desmond, 38, who is now a father of three, is first of all a graduate but has had to take up the job of a driver when he could not find a job. Thus, he depends on his little earning to sustain his family. Continue reading; http://www.blacksatino.com/2015/07/why-we-prostrate-and-praise-touts.html

Be like una de high...... On alomo bitter

Sorry this is made in Nigeria system.....

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