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    At Mile 2 bus-stop, Inside a mini-bus, Heading to Cotonou.


    Customs on the highway,


    With guns and fiery fury, Collecting naira notes with smiles, And with a pro-back turned palm.


    Trekking across the Seme border,


    With or without your papers,


    You or your load might be declared illegal,


    But with money, you become the king of the border.


    After days at seashore,