The lights are out, and the street is empty, the rains falls heavily creating a flood that filled the streets, this road is virtually impassable, but it would useful to make a good campaign promise with in the coming general election,
big boots stomps the waters ripples scatter about but seems to disappear amidst the cascades of raindrops, the man sighs exhales deeply and coughs, spitting out a monstrous amount of tobacco and hemp stained mucous from his lips one can tell that he feels cold, because they keep trembling. There's no body on this street, I will go to balogun street there I can get some more gbana, Buga thought, my only problem right now is how do I get back to bourdillon street?
thousand thoughts criss crossed his mind as he walked down to balogun street feeling drenched from the bitter rains that pellets his body like a thousand showers, out in the open it's a cold world but for the urchins, that's when they come out to play.