The cars crawled slowly and it infuriated him. All he wanted was to get home and rest. The traffic was draining him. Another big truck had left the route that was normally used by the big trucks and fell at the centre of the road. All cars moving to and fro were now in one lane. The line of cars moved and he moved along with it, slowly driving in and out of pot holes.

Joseph Nwoko looked out of the window briefly. The queue was still a long one till they passed the fallen truck. He groaned.

There was a fuel station close by. It also had a fast...