Rain drops were splashing all around, caressing her skin into goose bumps, with slivers of a shiver darting about her insides. She had hurried to the safety of the rusty shed with its muddy floor, and now wondered if the shed’s leaking roof wasn’t just as bad as being out in the rain. A gust of wind blew the rain straight at her with an impertinent fury which she could not understand. If only she hadn’t come out this morning. She hugged herself for warmth, thankful that she was clad in a blazer and a pair of jeans . At least, her health wasn’t at risk. Then again, there was her hair to worry about. The waist-long braids were newly made and would definitely be soaked by the time she made it to her appointment. Keeping them from getting smelly was another task by itself.
She gritted her teeth in anger at her “employer-to be” for rescheduling her second interview from a date which most likely would have been rain free; then at the elements for picking today of all days; and then at herself for not being one of those women who drove the big cars and never bothered to offer a hapless younger woman a ride, even in the pouring rain. It was hard stifling the temptation to hurl insults at such women. Continue reading
Categories: Lil Pieces of Fiction
Tags: car kidnap, carefree, careless, damsel in distress, free rides, Greed, kidnap, Mint, Money, Naira notes, Quick Riches, ritualist, stranger, trust, young, Young Woman
Itz good to be around really old folks when you’re young. I mean folks so old, if you weren’t so young, you would know they were dying; like grandparents, great grandparents, & great grand Uncles & Aunts.
Why? It kind of like prepares you for responsible adulthood.
How? You get to see your inevitable biological end without a choice not to. As a child you don’t think about it that way; sure. Consciously, you don’t. But that quiet part of your mind does. In itz quiet, seemingly unconscious manner, it appraises it all, from all angles.
If you’ve got the ancient great grandpa & great grandma experience logged in your childhood memoirs, you view your younger cousins & siblings differently; & eventually, your kids too. When teenagehood has ’em stunting, or as young adults fronting, you don’t see ’em as chickens growing wings. You perceive them instead as eaglets who must fly on wings broader than yours, cos it is they who you would have to feed you when your wings grow too feeble to lift you soaring from the nest.
Categories: Private Journal
Tags: babes, cater, children, eagle, elderly, Family, feeble, feed, fly, grandma, grandpa, Grandparent, great grand parents, great granpa, grow, Home, itz, soar, wings, young