I sat at a bus-stop along Aba road, soaking in the music the of Port Harcourt evening.
“Bored ?”
I turned to see a man in a well tailored black native fiddling with a silver coin.
His afro was dark and trim at the edges.


“Yeah. There’s not much to see here.” I said, chuckling as a man in yellow suit walked by.
“Oh there is.” The man in black replied.
“Heads or tails?” He asked, tossing the coin. I sighed.
This was another well dressed PH mumu. “Tails” I said.
He stood up and walked a little away from where we sat.
There, the dropped the coin and came back to
sit,
walking like...