He wondered how long he could cope with this way of living, getting home late from a job that he did not love, then having to go through the hassles of Lagos traffic. He was certain that at this pace, five days a week, he would not live for very long, but a man had to survive. His only time of solace was the few hours he had to himself when he got home. Today was no different. He embraced his bed like a long awaited lover, and was asleep before his head hit the pillows.