I was trying to board a bus heading to work during the morning rush hours in Lagos. At first, none were going my way. Then when they were, other people would rush in. One particular incidence had my frustration brimming to the surface. It was the last seat, and technically it would have been mine, but some dude just rushed in and took it. Now, in Lagos, the violent take it by force. Lol.
I wonder, in a world where it is the survival of the fittest, what happens to the patient dogs? Are they left with the bone because all the meat was already taken?Continue reading “What really happens to the patient dog?”