Today, I drove by faith, my fuel tank was dry and there was no petrol station in sight. It was 7pm, the kids were cranky, my nerves were everywhere because the car could stop at any time now. "Lord I need fuel" was all I could mutter and just then, I saw something like a short queue in front of a popular fuel station. I quickly took my place behind the last car only to start an unending wait. Thirty minutes passed, we hadn't moved an inch, the baby was screaming by now and my irritability was ascending. After what seemed like forever, it got to our turn. I waited in anticipation like Oliver twist with my fuel tank open. The attendant just kept on selling to people with jerrycans. " Oga how far na? Sell for me abeg my baby don taya." He was tall, Lanky with a sun beaten face. He looked at me with his blood shot eyes and said "300 naira". "I don't understand" I replied, feigning ignorance. " Madam if you want fuel gimme 300 naira or
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