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It was afternoon. The vehicle conveying this reporter to Ode Ule glided slowly through the Lagos-Ibadan Expressway, while trying to avoid potholes and bumps. This reporter looked somber in his trouser and shirt with beaded sweat all over. He hadn’t eaten since morning. He was staggeringly drunk with tiredness. The traffic on the road had been heavy and vehicles practically crawled. He left Lagos early, long before sunrise, hoping to beat traffic on the road. Out of nothing to take, he drank the satchetwater in his hand.