@electus-dao
i thought about the driver, his life, his family, the way he’s out here very early, screaming out his lungs with a voice already going hoarse.
my mind wandered to the struggles of the average Nigerian, just trying to make an honest living.
i wondered if he had other choices.
or maybe, just maybe, he had made peace with this routine, waking up every day to get people to board his vehicle….