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ONE LAST BUS
<p>The bus station was almost empty</p><p>It was one of those nights when the air felt colder than usual and everyone seemed to have somewhere to be except me</p><p>I checked the time on my phone for what felt like the hundredth time "9:43 pm"</p><p>The conductor shouted the Last bus the Last bus!!!!</p><p>I hurried over holding my backpack against my chest</p><p>The bus was not full so I picked a window seat and rested my head against the glass</p><p>A few minutes later someone sat beside me and asked Is this seat taken? </p><p>I shook my head and said NO</p><p>He smiled before sitting down</p><p>We did not speak again for a while</p><p>The bus pulled out of the station and all I could hear was the engine people talking quietly and music leaking from someone's earphones</p><p>About twenty minutes into the trip the bus suddenly stopped, a herd of goats had wandered onto the road, and everyone groaned "this has to be the slowest goats in Nigeria"</p><p>I laughed before I could stop myself</p><p>They are probably having a meeting</p><p>He laughed too</p><p>That was how it started</p><p>We talked about everything and nothing</p><p>School, embarrassing moments,our favorite food , childhood dreams, and why Lagos traffic could test anybody's patience</p><p>It did not feel forced</p><p>It felt like talking to someone I had somehow known for years</p><p>Somewhere in the middle of our conversation he looked out the window and said quietly</p><p>Do you ever wonder how many people we meet for just one moment and never see again</p><p>I did not answer immediately</p><p>Instead I looked outside too</p><p>The streetlights passed one after another disappearing into the darkness behind us</p><p>I think about that sometimes I admitted</p><p>Maybe some people are only meant to be part of one chapter</p><p>He nodded</p><p>Maybe</p><p>Hours later the bus finally reached my stop</p><p>I stood up adjusted my bag and smiled</p><p>It was nice meeting you</p><p>You too</p><p>I stepped down and watched as the bus drove away</p><p>No phone number...</p><p>No social media...</p><p>Not even a last name...</p><p>Just one conversation with a stranger that somehow stayed with me long after the bus disappeared into the night</p><p>Sometimes the people who leave the biggest memories are the one we only meet ones </p><p><br/></p>
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