“God go punish all these people. Dem don collect money from me for the last junction.”

As he tried to weave through the traffic, dodging the NURTW officers standing along the construction-clogged road, his patience snapped.

He leaned hard on the horn.

“Comot for road! If no be say una get Temu, I for don use this my bus crush una!”

He slammed the steering wheel with the palm of his hand, the horn blaring again as the officers barely moved.