“STOP OR I SHOOT” an angry voice blared and forthwith, the bus tyres kissed the asphalt passionately.
A rusty AK-47 muzzle stared at the driver angrily. It wasn’t a thief! The bus driver stretched out his hand, and there was an unseen exchange.
“Na we dey protect una” the man said.
Duru Daniel
UI chapter
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