Morning came without announcement, but the difference was visible before anyone needed to say it out loud. The road in front of the school no longer looked ignored. Two men in reflective vests stood by the roadside with measuring tape stretched across the edge of the pavement, one holding it steady while the other bent slightly to mark a point with chalk. A third person stood a few steps away, flipping through a file, occasionally looking up to compare what was on paper with what was in front of him.
When Nigerian decides to do something it gets done without a slight hesitation and the result could been seen almost immediately.
Cars still passed. Okadas still weaved through gaps like they always did. But something had changed in how people were standing around the place. They weren't just passing anymore. They were watching the change been made.
