My escort had just sprung on me after the movie at the cinema, that he didn’t have enough transport fare for me to board a cab home. In a way, I was happy about that. I was in his debt so much, i needed to think of a way of paying back. Since he was feeling bad about his shortcoming, I just reminded him the alternative of public transport which I was already used to. In this case, it was the usual yellow buses. It was at that time, I felt a sick hole in my stomach. It was 7:58pm and I was supposed to move from Sabo bus stop to Alakija in Satellite Town.
By the time I had settled into one of the buses, I had broken into a sweat. I was seated like a sandwich between two plump and rotund women. I know I shouldn’t have gotten myself into that, but that was the only bus present and I had no other choice. The stench of body odor and weed was making me lightheaded as the conductor kept urging people into the bus with his hoarse voice saying “Orile wole ₦100, five people on a seat ooo, no change”. After about 30 minutes, the bus was ready to move. My legs were already cramped, but my face showed no pain because I had prepared my mind for this.
” Thank God say I no come here enter bus. Na ₦70 them go collect, but you go lose pass that amount with all the pickpockets wey full here”.....

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