Bus Life (Shola’s Story)

 

The journey to Lagos is farther than I expected and my legs are cramped. This woman beside me is taking up all the space— not that there’s even any, but eventually we get there. The first thing I notice is the dust, It’s everywhere and at first I’m weary of breathing it in but this is my new life so suck it in deep and try not cough. There are people everywhere, all unaware of the next person's existence and the dirty air their breathing in. Hopefully I’ll get use to it too