
Recently, I took a napep headed to Ogba. I was the first to get in after which the next passenger came in with a gigantic map of sweat around his armpit area. I squashed in the corner, angling my shoulders not to make direct contact with his armpit. If that was all I had to deal with, I definitely would have lived.
The stench oozing from his armpits were so pungent, at some point, I shifted till I had my back to him and my nose was out of the napep; I needed the breath of fresh air. It may seem mean, but it honestly was that bad, I was almost choking. There are times I sit beside pleasantly fragranced men and women, though far between, those days make bus-riding pleasant.
#TalesOfACommuter
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