The Victim by Aishat Elusogbon
The journey was going very smoothly; there was no traffic, the weather was comfortable and we weren't even stopped by a corrupt uniformed man on the road. It seemed like nothing could go wrong. If only I knew. I'd already made an acquaintance; a Muslim just like me. Her name was Hajaroh, and we were both going to school. Only that while I was going to OAU, she was going to Oduduwa University. She seemed very enthusiastic about having a discussion with me, but I was rather uninterested. Not that there was any problem with her. Far from it, she was a very nice and likeable person. It's just that, I am not really a fan of talking, to people I know and people I don't. I prefer to keep quiet, watch and listen. It has saved me from a lot of trouble several times. But, it gets me into trouble too. I sat by the window in the first row behind the driver's seat, silently studying the environment and at the same time listening to the excited conversations between t...