On Sunday I wore these lovely shoes that have been decorating the rack for a while now, errr almost a year .Shoes always catch my eyes, the thing is that find it hard to wear heels, so I buy them and smile at them on the shoe rack everyday. I’m #teamflats all day every day! Anybody home? lol. However, I decided to complete my ‘babe look’ to church, no need ruining my beautiful animal print dress with a pair of flats-c’mon, its the first Sunday of the month.
As usual I wore my sandals and put my akpola shoe inside my hand bag. Typical. I always take back-up flats with me when i wear heels. My friend @poshbug says it’s bad manners. My feet think she’s wrong. Church is about a good 10 minute walk from my house, so I walk till i’m almost in church, then find one koro to change into my akpola. I’ve been doing that consistently for 6 months now. After church, I walk to the koro and put on my flats.
After church, as I was saying good bye to those doing meeting-after-meeting-after-meeting-after service, this guy just cornered me.
Him: “hello sister”
Me: “hi” I said, walking briskly so he knows not to disturb my waka.
Him: “so where are you going?”
D’uh! Where does it look like i’m going? abi iru ibere wo le leyi nitori Olorun?!
I told him I was going home, “can I drop you off”, he says, I replied “No thank you”
(I don’t take rides with strangers, I don’t want to go missing to be discovered 15 years from now living as a sex slave in an underground house. lol. Yes!! allow me to be paranoid)
Any normal guy with his number six would have disappeared with my manner of reply and the look on my face, this one still dey waka follow me. Ok
Him: So how will you get home?
Me: I will take a walk… he didn’t even let me finish, he said he will take a walk with me.
It was raining and I badly wanted to take off my akpola. I told him not to bother that I preferred walking alone so I can reflect on The Word from church. LOL. I even used style to use my ring finger to rub my face and gesticulate, the guy nor still wan code. He proceeded to walk with me. He was walking under the rain, I covered myself with umbrella. I nor send am message.
Him: “So, what do you drive?”
Ehn come again?
Him: “I mean what kind of car do you drive? or don’t you drive?”
Is this insult with style? Oh Lord, this is why You should bless me my own car so I can stop trekking to church biko! My hips and my legs were refusing to co-operate and beginning to wobble, so I started walking ever so sl-o-w-l-y…
Me: “I don’t have a car…”
Him: “Oh I see….so tell me about yourself”
Askor!
This has got to be the most annoying question any random person can ask me; is it an interview? abi you think i will just be telling you about my life.
Guys please take note, stop asking such stupid questions.
As we walked past the koro I usually change my shoes, I sighed. I don enter once chance today.He asked what I do for fun and in one sad minute I realized I do nothing for fun but I didn’t say so. He went on to have a conversation with himself because me I don tune out mentally. I was just smiling and nodding like a daft agama lizard–vexing with every step he took…
I successfully dismissed him right before my street and firmly told him, “I’ll see you in Church brother” while in my head I was giving him imaginary waka & shege ! Like joke like joke na so I waka reach house in my 5 inch akpola, fuming! I took ibuprofen and went straight to bed. Shakara is pain…
