Anyone looking at her would assume she was in labour. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she panted; breathing in and blowing out air the next minute. She looked up at the air-conditioner which was blowing at full power. It made no difference.
Her colleagues sitting on each side patted her hands continuously. “We would soon be there”. Chinedu said. “Just hold on”. Amaka told her. She looked at their faces and parted the curtains of their staff bus. They were at a standstill. Tears pooled in her eyes. She tapped her feet continuously as if that would make the traffic disappear. “Oh Jesus”. She said.
The staff bus saw an opening and maneuvered its way out. In less than twenty minutes, the bus parked in front of their office. She jumped down the bus and ran into the office hardly acknowledging the greetings from the security personnel at the door.
She dumped her bag on her desk and headed for the restroom. As she sat on the toilet bowl, her tummy rumbled as if it knew that it was time to let go. “Thank God”. She said knowing fully well that she was so close to pooping in her panties.