So I was at the bus stop in lekki The crowd was unbelievable and angry. Pick pockets picking pockets invincibly As the cold rain drizzled...moist on angry faces "I need a car...no I need to be rich" Many thoughts as I watched smiling faces in tinted glasses... "I do need money". Alone in an angry crowd in cold rain. All seeking to struggle for a paid ride home. But that wasnt the lesson. No vehicle came...none willing to make a business of this demand! Only an endless sea of people closing to join the fight. A nasty experience indeed as every new person was a possibility you wont enter the next ride. The wait was long...very long! After about two hours a vehicle stopped half filled and half empty. The "empty" was the only chance the crowd had. Oworo seemed like everyone's destination and Oworo it went! "Oworo!!!" the driver shouted with a great sense of pride. That was the whistle that signalled the race and kept he spe...
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