From Where I come

Lapaz, 31st May,  2019. 8:12am I lift my head from my phone to realise we are at Nii Boi Junction. I will alight at Las Palmas -the next junction - where I can pick up a Chantan bus to work. I close the word document and lock the screen of my phone only to realise I didn't take note of the page I was reading. Clearly this novel won't be done with at this rate. I have been trying to finish it for months now. I petition my mind to remember that I have read past chapter four. 'Obviously this unpublished book has become my troski read', I say to myself.  The mate gets back on the troski and starts calling, 'Awoshie...Awoshie...you will go?  Come come...'. He hits the side of the bus and the driver stops. The passenger does not show up and he hits the bus again, 'Let's go ... Awoshie ...Awoshie'.  Driver drives slowly while the mate calls for anyone who will join this slow moving bus. These people are against me!! Today, I'm in a hurry. I nee