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We used to sing this nursery rhyme in my early school years though the author is unknown. It sings “On my way, on my way to Sailor’s house…on my way…peep…peep”? Well, that is what my write up is about today.
On arrival at the motor park, I was undecided on which of the interstate transport I should follow to the North Central region of Nigeria because there were quite a number of aggressive sales reps at the entrance of the park.
Before I could bat an eyelid, one of them had carried my luggage from the boot of the taxi and started running to the other end of the park while, I was yet to pay the taxi man. I just jumped out and ran after him.
Which kind of wahala be this? I thought out loud.
The taxi man came down and…
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