RahabI sit as quietly as I can manage in the back of the car. Joyce insists on turning on the radio, after a while Seun gives in. She sings along to some pop song in some foreign language, and i resist the urge to roll my eyes, opting instead to look out the window and focus on the world passing by. We pass Central market in a slow drive, and i observe the diurnal traders hub, rendered eerie and abandoned in the night time. I sigh, I'll need to come and buy some food stuffs tomorrow. The mere thought makes me break out in anxious sweat, I don't have enough money, so much to do, yet so little to work with.I wish my dad could help, or at least help better, I wish I didn't have to be so worried about what comes next, I wish I could go back to school again... Ha! now there's a thought. I place my head on the cool glass and let the melancholy wash over me, it wasn't always
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