What A Quiet City - A Freewrite

The city of Lagos does not sleep. I don't know how to put that. The skyline was a jagged arc of glass and steel, and it stretched towards heaven just like a giant bridge.

Underneath it, the street is filled with great life, and some hawkers are calling out to their ears here and there, trying to make everybody buy from them. Oh, that's a very good thing, but my friend has a younger brother whose name was Tunde, and he disappeared 2 days ago now.

The police had no leads, and the family is already growing concerned and desperate to know the whereabouts of their son. Everybody knew that the city is a full city that. Filled with kidnappers, scammers and woes, but no one was ready to give up, so the search was on. As the moon rose that night. The phone buzzed once again. Then a message came under the arc. You will find the truth. Confused and desperate, the mother grabbed the phone and headed over to the ark of the bridge that was in the town, which was the 3rd mainland bridge and is the longest bridge in Africa.

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