The Morning I Finally Looked Up at the Bridge
I was not inspecting bridges that morning. I was just trying to get to our construction technology lab in Jabi.
It was the rainy season. The taxi from Lugbe couldn’t take me all the way, so the driver dropped me on the bridge at the Area 1–Airport Road interchange. From there, I walked down the ramp to catch a keke, just as I had done dozens of times before.
I walked past the concrete drainage channel, the green mesh fence, and the red laterite soil that turned to thick mud after heavy rain. Then I found myself standing beneath the bridge deck in its cool shade, waiting with wet shoes for the next keke (auto rickshaw).
Several okadas (motorcycle taxis) were parked along the edge. A few other people stood around, sheltering from the drizzle. Nobody was looking up. Most mornings, I didn’t either.
But that morning, something made me...
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