It was 7pm GMT+1, Nigerian time. The sun had set, and the last rays that made visibility possible where slowly vacating for the night. I had been waiting for a bus for a while, but all of them seemed full by the time they reached my side. The feeling of impatience was creeping on me, and I was about contemplating picking up an okada (a bike), when this empty bus gave me a sigh of relief. If you had read the message in my heart, you would have wondered why being rescued from a bike was such a big deal. There was something strange about this bus, but somehow my mind couldn’t register it. The bus stopped by my side, the conductor raised is hand, as if to ask “where are you going?”, I had barely mentioned Orr- when he shouted Ogba, and beckoned me to come in!
I hopped in and looked around, it was a strange bus. Only 3 passengers, all men. I surveyed my environment carefully, where are we headed, at what speed, what is the chance of escape? Can I handle the team of 3? I looked around and firmly concluded, I had entered a “one chance”!
