Brt Standing: Daily Hustle To Work - Part 1

On my way to work this morning, Sandwiched between two perverts, I opened my eyes to look beyond the sky; Someday, I will be out of this bus! Standing in an overloaded BRT is quite a challenge, Different flavors of armpit odor diffused through the air; From the rotten tomato to the concentrated ammonia and decomposing rat flavor, Certainly someday, I will be out of this bus! My wallet gives me hope..yes I’m saving... Someday, I shall ride my own car, And enjoy the warmth of its air-conditioned aura. I shall cruise this whole city with joy in my heart, Silently acknowledging passengers in the BRT. As we approached the unfriendly atmosphere of Oyingbo market, Polluted by chili pepper powder; Passengers sneezed and coughed as they inhaled the air; Simultaneously arguing about opening or closing the windows. Everyone seemed confused; I was more bothered about the phlegm from the old man that had dropped on my cheek! Amidst all these, I still tried to wear a smile, Yes, my fat wallet gives me hope. I shall begin my driving classes in the coming year; Certainly someday, I will be out of this bus! Alas, we got to the bus stop. Everyone pushed, squeezed, trampled upon, and cursed one another. Everyone wanted to alight at the same time... I waited in the now spacious vehicle of receding putridity; Receding passengers I mean... So I could alight in peace when the rush was over. I checked to see that my dress wasn't too rumpled, Lo and behold! My handbag was wide open. ?With trembling fingers, I delved into it... Wallet had disappeared!!!