Thank You Jesus! Tro-Tro

The door of the 15-seater van nearly falls off as it scratches along its track. The Mate hangs out and yells,

A mass of bodies push into the Tro-Tro: Men in business suits, women in brightly colored swaths of cloth, a mechanic with half a transmission, kids in school uniforms. Before I, too, am swept into the van, I notice the bright yellow decal on the back window, “Thank you Jesus!” The door slams shuts.

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