“How do you mean? Is the ORS fake?” she asked with an undertone of panic. “I got it from a very reliable pharmacy. And I checked the expiry date and NAFDAC number before giving it to him and both were okay.”
Two deadly farts later, and still thirty minutes away from the food stop, the driver pulled over. Kofo ran into the forest to do the deed. On his way back, he felt a sharp pain on his leg and looked down just in time to see a long brown snake slither away. “Help! Snake don bite me o…” Kofo cried as he hobbled back to the bus.