The gentleness of the weather by 6.15am caressed my dark-tan skin as I hurried out of my apartment to the bus stop to board a bus going to Mile2.

Apparently, Lagos had been up like forever, so, commuters were all at the bus stop: some selling, some with megaphones and lemon aprons calling people to the knowledge of Christ. Bodies hit against mine severally but I dared not complain except I want to further delay myself.

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