This was really happening.
Mercy sighed apprehensively as she waited for a taxi to come her way. She clutched her bag with shaky hands as she looked up and down the street for an approaching taxi. Daniel - her cousin - stood beside her with her carryall. He was in his uniform, she had tried to push him off to school, but he had staunchly insisted on waiting with her. Thus was the love of their family.
It did not take long for a taxi to appear. Two passengers were already in the car, and Daniel flagged it down, waving his hand up and down so enthusiastically that the driver would not have missed it.
"Where you dey go?" the driver asked in Pidgin English. Mercy lowered her height from the waist to look into the taxi.
"108, Palms street," she replied. The driver contemplated for a few seconds, obviously calculating what route to take, and possibly how much to charge.
"Enter," he said decisively.
