You wake up this noon and you roll on your bed as you navigate your duvet with your fingers, for your phones.
It’s always your phones. That’s the first thing you search for when you wake up. You don’t even check if your sister is sleeping soundly beside you.
Perhaps, you forget to pray and rather search for notifications, messages or chats. You’ve got to keep up with your friends connected via cyberspace.
When you’re tired of the routine check, you jump off and dress for work.
Today, you’ve got a delivery to make but today, you can’t afford a taxi.
The idea of taxis is still new to you, so new that you’d rather board a danfo and be the seventh tale of my Danfo series.
You get to Ikeja that evening, to make your last delivery before you head home.
It’s almost 5pm and almost everyone is rushing home. Even animals and insects.
You see a bus going the way of your last delivery and you jog to meet up. You do meet up but there are many fellas wanting to jump in too.
Dried sweat mixed with cheap and expensive perfumes; you ignore the stench. Continue reading