Ọ̀̀rọ̀ mi gbogbo ka sàì yọ́ ikin nínú gẹ̀ẹ̀rẹ̀gẹ̀
Mo sé ní ìwúre ní ojúmọ́ tòní wípé gbogbo ẹ̀sẹ̀ tí a sẹ̀ Ọlọ́run, osó,ajẹ́ àbí ènìyàn bi tiwa ni, tó ń fa ìdíwọ́ kan àbí ìkejì, mo súre fún wa kí Olódùmarè dárí ẹ̀sẹ̀ wa jìnwạ́ gbogbo wa. Àsẹ
Last Thursday night, I ran out of fuel on the Third Mainland Bridge.11 pm.Phone at 2%.No powerbank.I want to tell you what happened next.I pushed the hazard lights on and sat in the car. Trying to think. Cars were flying past me. Nobody slowed down.Not one person.Lagos at night on that bridge is a different kind of alone. After about 15 minutes, I saw headlights slow down behind me. A danfo bus.Old. Battered. One headlight is slightly dim.The driver came ...