The next morning you step out to meet a long queue of buckets in front of baluwe. From the water splatter and the hoarse voice forcing out John Legend’s All of Me, you’re sure someone is inside. When he came out, you made for the bathroom only to be stopped by

–My bucket is on queue ooo

A loud scream from a hefty woman hits you. Others start to file out one after the other and stood beside their buckets.

–Shey you want to spend eternity in the baluwe ni Baba Qudus?

–And you. Shey you want to say you did not see the queue ni.

-Victor Oluwadamilare Adedayo