Nkisak ran from his usual spot towards a moving vehicle as its passengers stretched out their hands to request wares. "Gala dey o, gala dey o" he shouted as he handed two of the said sausage roll to a woman who had requested. The car zoomed off leaving Nkisak standing with other sellers by the road. He leaned on the electric poll by the road as he tried to catch his breath. This was the life he lived daily, running after buses from one point to another....Nkisak mopped the sweat from his face with the hem of his shirt.