LOVE AND DANFO RIDES

ressed between two strangers in a danfo, could barely move. Her white blouse clung to her back, heat licking every nerve. And

All she wanted was to get home, drop her laptop bag, an

Ada muttered a quick "Sorry, ma," then caught her reflection in the cracked side window: hair that ha

just another sweaty commuter. But then he shifted to let her bag rest better on her lap. She gl

d, voice calm and s

t jumped a bit. Strange what Lagos heat a

sweat. Not a flashy guy - more quiet, steady energy. His phone buzzed; she peeke

moved through traffic, selling gala, cold pure water, and cheap sunglasses. A woman balanced a tray of oranges on her head like it

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d be home in time for dinner. Ada lied and said yes,

eside her cleared his thr

ff guard. "Very," sh

h a small, shy grin. "Tolu," h

Their hands alm

r, recently moved to Lagos from Ibadan, still learning the city's rhythm. Tolu discovered Ada w

lu lean slightly, protecting her from an elbow jab. It was su

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ping the danfo roof - Ada groaned. Tolu chuckled soft

me," Ada sighed,

ted: the city noise, the strangers packed tigh

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stepping into puddles and the warm, stubborn rain. For a

talking," Ada s

ratched his neck, nervous. "Ma

thunder split the sky, she nodde

rain, both pretending not to notice

ere, watching her go, his blue shirt darkened by rain, an

nd tomorrow. But in the middle of a Lagos downp