“Bros, abeg wake up. Na here you
go drop o!” The half-greased driver screamed me out of my slumber. With the
kind of stress I had undergone, any healthy man could doze off on a television
pole. It’s the nightmare I couldn’t explain. I sluggishly disengaged my awfully
tired frame from the pack of metals that kept groaning even at a stand-still.
As the scrap screamed away, I looked at the signpost behind me…I was half way
from home. At least, I heard people speaking the earth’s dialect and saw an
inscription, “ODUKPANI JUNCTION”. In my heart, that same signpost read “YOU ARE
ALIVE”, not withstanding my distance from home.
Little did I know that my
journey had only just began!
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