Even realistic things the secrets you do not know. Every curtain has happenings behind
You continued waving the palm frond stick in front of the oncoming yellow bus,You moved away quickly to the other end of the road as the bus came closer and then you watched it move past you .
You kicked the bus,You ran after it and kicked the bus again with a look of self satisfaction on your black face that had been painted with charcoal,the man,the owner of the bus, through the window his head had emanated.
Ogun go kee your papa! the conductor who was hanging on the bus had growled before the bus driver could speak,the bus driver hurled a few words at you in Yoruba fluently which you could barely translate since you grew up in Onitsha.