Kiss of Life

On the way back from a weekend trip to Jos the car I was in broke down several miles before our destination. We’d just dropped some passengers (a lady and her two children – one of whom I hadn’t realized belonged to her as the little girl was just passed from passenger to passenger and perched on complete strangers’ laps) and the car decided it had had enough. Not too surprising really – none of the gages on the dashboard were working and we had been traveling the whole journey with the fuel warning light shining brightly.

So, back to the side of the express way. Cars screaming past wildly as our engine coughed and spluttered from sheer exhaustion. The bonnet was lifted, bits were prodded. Then the driver pulled out a tube from some part of the engine and gave it a good suck. His mouth sufficiently filled he found another tube (or something) and spat. This was repeated.

Unfortunately this road-side kiss of life was not enough to revive the car, and we unceremoniously emptied ourselves onto the road to wait for another vehicle.