A Panic too Soon

On my way to work yesterday, I had this experience that reminded me that no one is really safe as long as that person really exist. I was going to be a minute or so late to work if the keke I entered had not left the bustop on time. As if the keke man knew I was going late, he drove as though he wanted me to meetup on time. I couldn’t complain o; I guess the keke man was doing me a favour. And so, with the speed and all the potholes everywhere, it was a very bumpy ride, one that had me hit my head on the frame of the keke severally, still I couldn’t complain – the keke man was doing me a favour.