I was in a bus in a motor park about travelling to Maiduguri my hometown. The bus was yet to be filled up. As we were waiting for the bus to full, I noticed one man sitting near the driver's seat. He was holding a bag and sweating. The man was feeling so uneasy on his seat shifting from one side to the other, and cleaning sweat from his face. At that point I didn't know what to think o, could he be one of the.....,No I shouldn't jump into conclusions just like that, I said to myself. This man started to look around, as if he was accessing the area. He kept looking round and looked at his wrist-watch. Suddenly, he placed the bag at the bottom of his seat, and jumped out of the bus and started walking away fast from the bus. I then realised I wasn't the only one looking at him all this while, as he jumped down and left, everybody jumped down, including me. We ran away from the bus. Faroff from it, standing afar to see it explode. Explode on itself. But then, six minutes later, we saw the man coming back to the bus with tissue paper in his hands. He wondered where everybody had gone to.
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