Chapter 20 THE POLICE CHECKPOINT

We got stuck in traffic at Oshodi. The yellow buses ran everywhere, picking and dropping passengers like a rural Indian train. Tolu blasted the horn all the way through the crawling traffic, vainly trying to keep the notorious buses from crossing our path. At last, we crossed the Oshodi Bridge, and Tolu let the horn to rest. I looked back at the trio sitting in the back seat and that was when I heard the soft snore. I looked from Maria to the others and then my eyes returned to Mr. Potter’s face; his eyes were shut and his mouth hung opened.

I looked at Eric.

He shrugged. ‘He fell asleep.’

‘Is he okay?’ Tolu asked. ‘Why is he sleeping like a bad palm oil?’

‘Maybe he is tired,’ Maria said. ‘Allow him to get some rest.’

‘I don’t think he is well,’ Tolu said. ‘I hope he won’t die on us.’

‘He is not dying on us,’ Maria said, the anger very clear in her voice. ‘He will not die. Nobody is dying until I collect my portion—’

‘Let him sleep!’ Eric shouted. He turned his face to Maria. ‘Let’s t
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