Don't act like you know me!

THE SUN WAS sinking low, embracing the snowy white clouds that lazily spreads across the sky. The sky was ablaze with swirling shades of orange and pink, as if someone had smeared burning flames across the twilight.

Traffic hawkers thrusting their goods into moving cars, bus touts harassing a danfo drivers for not paying their due, fake cure-all vendors yelling, beggars soliciting the charity of bus passengers.

A slight breeze blew the odor of stale sweat, salvaged by the smell of cheap perfume mingled with exotic colognes.

Few yards away, a grungy old man in tattered clothes scowls, then a smile suddenly spreads on his lips. His demented smile bared uneven brown teeth stained by years of stale tobacco smoke.

A little girl of about six ran alongside a rickety Toyota Corolla, balancing a tray of oranges on her tiny head. 

Eniola stopped to buy some roasted corn from the one roadside vendors. "Ekasan ma (Good day ma), how much is this one?" Enio