Standing outside Donatus' compound in the quiet dawn, Timmy felt like he was in a graveyard. Everything was still and calm compared to the bustle and hustle that would by now be on full gear in the major roads. It was still quite a dark grey dawn, but Lagos never closed for business, so there was no question of its opening early or late.

Having been standing here for over five minutes, Timmy wondered whether he would ever find a motorcycle. Perhaps this was not where he ought to wait? ...