FIVE A tensed atmosphere enveloped us all when I told the gangling youth that I hadnt any money. He looked at me with sharp-edge disdain. It seemed that I was now to him like a crawling insect; the type that you suddenly desire to crush under your foot. You no get money na im you come enter motor? Abeg come down! He growled irritably. Please, I have something very important to do in Abuja. I will let you have my wrist watch and books... A rage that could cut like a knife rekindled in his eyes as he listened to my plea. Abeg, go down! Passengers dey wait. He interjected. Please.. Go down. Go meet driver and tell am your story. He cut in again sharply. None of the passengers asked me anything as I walked out of the bus. My legs seemed like logs. I was heading to meet the driver who was talking to a petite lady outside the park. Good morning sir, I greeted him warmly. Yes, can I help you? He echoed regarding me closely. Yes sir, I narrowed. I was told youre the driver of the bus...
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