By Muyiwa Adetiba
I will remember the scene untilI die because scars don’t goaway and this was a scar on thesoul. The soul of a young boy. It wasshortly before the Civil War.
Myschool was on holidays and I wasgoing home. The school bus tooksome of us who were travelling tothe motor park and a senior ensuredwe were in the right bus. My bus –if you could call it that – was awooden contraption that packedpeople like sardines.
I was squeezedbetween adults in what looked likea long row. I knew it was going to bea long trip to Ibadan. Unfortunately,the trip was made even…