Smooth! That’s what the ride was till we left Abidjan. We weren’t supposed to know we already left Abidjan because the driver had done his best to keep us busy with the latest Nigerian songs online. We vibed as much as we could but stopped the moment we were off from the city.
“Time to listen to the news.” He switched the stereo and thus came all the bad news we’ve not checked out online. Terrorists stroke the exact location we chose for the outreach just the previous day, and here we are, uninformed, driving down to the same neighborhood with our full chest.
“Did you hear that?” the vice manager asked me. She was sitting next to me in the passenger’s seat. “Terrorists.”
“The people need us more now,” I said in response. “The wounded and the whatsoever.”
“Come on, we aren’t g
