The last bus on the Lekki-epe expressway.

“Na wa o, me sef go buy Corolla” An angry pedestrian hissed at the private vehicle that nearly crushed her leg. It was a Monday morning. The hoots and honks of the drivers echoed in my head.For some reason, it was particularly infuriating. Maybe because I had to work a 9-6 for a salary that could barely pay for transport and feeding. Till now, I'm still upset that the conductor collected ₦700 instead of ₦500. The extra 200 I'd already budgeted to buy fried sausage from Musa to place on the rice I brought. The traffic was especially heavy that day. I alighted from the danfo, very exhausted. My green shirt that wasn't even ironed in the first place was even more rumpled, to top it all, there was a huge stain on it. I sighed. “Could this day get any worse?” The universe somehow has a way of showing you it could get way worse after you make that statement. I rushed to the last bus stop. The one right before we made a turn to my office. Not up to two minutes after that, I heard a familiar voice shout. “Uncle, uncle, you dropped your money.”I was surprised. I was used to different kinds of scams in Naija but this one was different. How come they sounded a lot like my mum? There were only two problems, my mother would've called me by name and the more obvious one, she wasn't in this part of Nigeria. I didn't turn around. Let the money go. I rushed towards the first bus, then the second and third but just before I got there some Nigerian Flash had gotten there first. I grudgingly went to the bus that had two empty rows. I hissed.I knew what was going to happen. I'd wait for minutes before it got filled. Just as I climbed to enter the bus, I received a text. The muffled sound of the notification echoed in my pocket. Before I could read it, I entered the bus and sat down. I looked around. Every woman in the bus wore the same hairstyle.Every man wore the same faded blue shirt.And every single person sat with their heads slightly tilted to the left.Nobody was speaking. Nobody smiled. I considered getting down but then the bus started moving. I almost protested but confusion overwhelmed me. I plugged in my earphones but for some reason no music played. I adjusted it several times, even connecting and disconnecting. Still nothing. The door closed. No conductor. Nobody asked for transport fare. I decided to check the text. It read: “Michael don't enter the last bus.” My blood ran cold. It was the bus I just entered. Suddenly, everyone looked in my direction.

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