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Is there a perfect bus?

Commuting in Lagos is one of my greatest nightmares about living here. It is a survival of the fittest —literally. The rush into the bus will show you that if you couldn’t get the only one seat left amongst the 10 people clamoring for it, then you weren’t the fittest. And in the slim chance that you do get it, you’d be grinning from ear to ear in victory. But that’s not my story.

One morning, I was at the bus stop trying to get a bus to work, but all the buses going my way only had available seats at the back, and my preferred seating is usually the middle row or front seat(when I’m truly lucky). After turning down at least 3 buses,some of which insulted me for not choosing to take what was available, I began to wonder; is there really a perfect bus?

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