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)
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"
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...