On her way back home she asked the driver to take her to some street. She said she was meeting someone high profile and secret. He had to park the car and wait for her. The street looked so familiar. Not that she used the same road almost daily commuting from home to EWACSA. That day the familiarity was bringing some sought of re-living a situation. It was as though she had lived that day already it was repeating itself. From her tinted windows she could see cops dressed in black. Eating doughnuts from shops. Buses picking and dropping Peale. Children playing at the front porches of their houses in the evening.
"No it can't be am not dreaming right?" She asked.
"What mum I didn't get what you said" The driver asked, “I can't stop right here we are on a highway this will land us in troubl
