Lined Up in Drop-Off Order
In his story, Ndong drives the local that crosses Gabon, and behind the cab seat he piles up whatever people hand him: medicine for a house in Ndjolé, a battery someone needs in Booué, a package a woman left him on the Owendo platform for a relative he doesn't know at all. He lines them up in drop-off order, so he doesn't have to search for anything at three in the morning. Nobody pays him for it, and nobody has ever asked him to in writing.







