Danfo

*The 6:15am Danfo*

Tolu boarded the Danfo at 6:15am sharp. Same seat, same driver, same ₦500 fare. Mushin to Yaba. Every weekday for 3 years.

This morning was different. A woman got in with a small cardboard box. Inside was a puppy. Shivering. 

“Please, seat for me,” she begged the conductor. “He’s sick. I’m rushing him to the vet.”

The conductor sighed. “No space. And that thing will mess the seat.”

Then Tolu stood up. “She can sit with me.” He moved his laptop bag and made space.

The woman thanked him with tears in her eyes. “God bless you. My name is Amara.”

For 20 minutes, they rode in silence. The puppy slowly stopped shaking in Tolu’s jacket.

At Yaba, Amara hugged him. “You don’t know what this means. If he dies, I don’t have anyone else.” She pressed a folded paper into his hand. “Call me. If he survives.”

Tolu forgot about the paper. He was late for work anyway.

Two months later, he was retrenched. No job. No savings. Rent due in 7 days.

He was sitting on the same Danfo seat, staring blankly, when the driver called him. “Oga, your phone.”

It was Amara. “Tolu? It’s Amara. The puppy survived. And so did my company. I remember you said you were a software dev on that bus. We’re hiring.”

She paused. “Also… I kept your number. The one you wrote on that paper you forgot in my box.”

Tolu checked his jacket pocket. There was no paper. 

Some people are answers you don’t even know you prayed for.

He got the job. And a friend.

And the puppy? He visits Tolu every Sunday.

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Hope that gives your morning a little lift. Want another one that’s funny, emotional, or full of suspense?