Baba Nla
It started like any other day; you know the usual hustle and bustle of the city. I was supposed to drive my route from Berger to Yaba, which I had driven countless times before. Little did I know this day was going to be unlike any other.
The night before, I hardly got any sleep. I was tossing and turning, my mind racing with all sorts of thoughts - bills, family, you name it. But I figured I could power through like I always do. So, I got up early, got myself ready, and headed out to start my shift.
As I got behind the wheel and started navigating the chaotic Lagos traffic, I could already feel a sense of fatigue lingering in my bones. But I brushed it off, thinking it was just the usual tiredness from the long hours on the road. I mean, I've been driving these crazy streets for years, so I thought I was used to it all.

I picked up passengers along the way, the usual mix of people in a hurry, chattering away on their phones, and those who seemed lost in their thoughts. The honking, the swerving, the constant jostling for space - it was all part of the daily routine. But today, everything felt a bit more intense, a bit more overwhelming.

By the time I reached Yaba, I was feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on me. I decided to take a short break and grab a bite to eat at a nearby restaurant. As I walked in, the smell of fried plantains and jollof rice hit me, and fora moment, it felt like a sanctuary away from the chaos outside.

I ordered my food and sat down, trying to sav or the moment of peace. But as I took that first bite, something strange happened. My vision started to blur, and the sounds around me seemed to fade into the background. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, and before I knew it, I was collapsing, my body giving way to the overwhelming exhaustion I had been ignoring.

As I slowly regained consciousness, the world around me came back into focus.

My head felt heavy, and my body ached, but the first thing I noticed was the

concerned faces hovering over me and my legs slightly elevated with a stone. Among them was a woman, her warm smile contrasting with the worry etched on everyone else's faces.As my vision cleared, I met her gaze, and her eyes seemed to hold a mixture of feeling better now?"

I managed to nod weakly, still a bit disoriented from the experience. "Yeah, I think so," I mumbled, my voice a raspy whisper.

The woman's smile widened, and she extended a hand to help me sit up. I gratefully accepted the support, feeling a bit embarrassed about my fainting episode. The other people around us started to disperse, returning to their own business now that it seemed I was alright.

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