Hushed Echoes

Before he could finish his statement, the horn of the luxious bus started to blare out harshly, he was perhaps the last passenger to enter the vehicle, which of course, made the bus driver to wonder what he was still discussing after every other person had been seated in the bus.

The driver became seriously agited, he suddenly released his hands from the steering, opened the glass and peeped out, shouting on top of his voice: ” Young Man! What is going on? Do you want us to sleep in this bus park? I will leave you behind if you don’t want to go” he barked at Marco.

Marco heard the driver’s remarks, without wasting time, he ran briskly inside the bus and the door was shut instantly behind him.

He stretched out his hands out of the window and waved at his mother, as he waved, fresh tears flooded his eyes when his mother’s figured began to diminish gradually as the bus switched into full motion.

Sitting in that luxurious bus somehow proved to be a turning point in his life, he watched with keen interest the dignified ingenuity which the driver employed in swinging the steering of the bus different directions wondered whether that was not how his own life was being rotated.

But unlike he steering which was intrinsically inanimate devoid of any stimuli or response, his life on the other hand, had a function of his characteristic personality and responsiveness to the environment factors.

It was absolutely natural for him to become apprehensive about his new place of abode since that was the first time he had to be distantly separated from his impecunious circumstances.

Five hours after the journey had started, it seemed as if they were yet to cover one quarter of the distance. The fact that the driver was not withstanding the distance to be exploited, was still not know to Marco.

The long distance gave him less concern, knowing fully well that he would eventually arrived at his destination at the end of the day.

What became pressing in his mind was the neck breaking speed at which the driver was going, he felt that the earlier he cautioned him, the better for them all.

To him, it was indeed advantageous for them to arrive at their various location safely going at the normal speed that may end up shattering their lives in the twinkling of an eye.

“Driver, please by careful, kindly drive slowly so that we will can get to our destination safely” marco said and then sat back on his seat.

“Okay, don’t worry you will meet your wife and children safely” the driver retorted.

Marco ignored his ignoble remarks so as not to make a mountain out of a molehill.

He looked round and discovered that the man beside him had a wrist watch on him, he desired to know what time it was.

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“It is 12:30,” replied the man who sat next to him donning a jacket and a stetson, replied in a baritone voice.

He observed that the man seated beside him had all along been behaving funny, yet he did not suspect anything until the man quickly used the brim of his stetson to shield the depth of his forehead.