PROSE: THE FACE IN THE SKY
A hot but cloudy afternoon, did not seem like it was going to rain. Uju, a single mother struggled to get her car started with her 8 year old son at the back sit playing with his action figure. Its been almost an hour since her car halted on the on-going side of the third mainland bridge in lagos. Attempts to stop a vehicle proved abotive, every vehicle that passed was on "fast drive". She had knocked the battery, several times, checked the water level of the car, did every womanly thing she could do to get her car started. She twisted the key, left it at a full turn, with her head on the steering, she pumped the accelerator. No luck. "Come on, Come on, Come on", Uju once again tried, the car made few sound of "coughs" but still could not start. Junior was enjoying his action figures, drifting them through the air as he made sweet sounds of "Swoosh", it irritated Uju but she controlled her emotions as she gently told Junior to ...