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Student @ Yaba college of technology
An incident in Lagos
<p>The cool breeze grazed my right cheek as the dust twinkled in my eyes while I stood at the roadside. It was a quiet Monday morning in Lagos. I stood at that spot for more than 20 minutes waiting for the bus.</p><p><br/></p><p>The always busy streets; even on Sundays, had disappeared like a quick whistle.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Strange,” I thought, “What could've happened?” </p><p>I didn't hear anything on the news, not like I ever listened to the news. I didn't so much as hear a rumour flying around like a black nylon.</p><p><br/></p><p>I knitted my brows in thought.</p><p><br/></p><p>As if sensing my visible distress, the lady beside me shared her insight.</p><p><br/></p><p>“Sista, I can see you're surprised. I'm guessing you're new to this part of Lagos.”</p><p>Without waiting for a reply, she continued, “some people said some strange things have been happening here.”</p><p><br/></p><p>Before I could ask what she meant, a danfo came and she boarded it. They left before I could check how many seats remained.</p><p><br/></p><p>I rubbed my forehead mildly and dragged my palm across my face mildly terrified about being the only one on the road besides some cars in the distance.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, someone tapped my shoulder, I froze contemplating whether to check.</p><p><br/></p><p>When I looked, it was the lady I saw earlier asking, “when will the buses get here?.”</p><p><br/></p>
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