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Mokunfayo Badmus:

It was nearing the end of the day for me;

Perched, with a single butt-cheek on the stiff seat of an old, rickety eighteen-seater bus popularly known as danfo, I hoped to reach home in one piece as the  driver just narrowly escaped the jaws of two heavy-duty trucks.

It was as a result of reckless driving from all three drivers.

In delirium, people screamed and rained curses on the poor driver and his generations to come, but the latter simply shook his head in oblivion and laughed at the fun of it all even though a lot of people didn't find a near-death experience funny.

A woman's twin babies, startled by all the ruckus had started to wail. An evangelist who had earlier busied himself with winning souls for Christ was now shivering in trauma, begging the driver in rushed Yoruba to spare his life.

He was interrupted by an elderly traditionalist who had initially advertised herbs fo