Amara.

I didn’t want trouble.

That Wednesday, I had stood, like I always did, under the Udala tree with my best friend Benita. We had talked about the latest episode of Power Puff girls and the Mucha Lucha Special.

We also talked about how we were excited for the new episodes of girl meets world and I had begged Benita to let me come to her house to watch it because our DSTV plan didn’t have Disney Channel.

After we had spoken for about 30 minutes, we heard the sound of the bell indicating that all students better leave the school premises. I had hung my water bottle on my neck and carried my bag.

We had walked for about 5 minutes when a woman stopped us. She was dressed in a bright red wrapper, and white blouse and silver shoes, she had skin the colour of honey. She told us her her name was Madam Tayo, and that she was a stranger and wanted to pee. She was holding a child of about 5 years and a baby.

She asked us to show her where to pee and we had taken her to a public toilet. She kept the baby in my hands and went into the toilet with the child. After about 15 minutes, I was tired of waiting so I sent Benita to knock on the door, on getting there, Benita was told that the toilet was vacant and no one was there, or had gone in there in the last 1 hour, they had even began to shoo us away.

Benita and I had left rather dazed. After walking for about 3 minutes, trying to wrap my head around what just happened, Benita announced that her mother said she must be home early so as to finish her chores in time for evening Mass. I asked her what I was supposed to do with the baby and she shrugged her shoulders and ran away.

Published by AderemiChukwu

I love writing, I'm an equalist and a strong promoter of egalitarianism and Feminism. I hope to touch lives and make an impact in this world. I'm the next big thing.❤

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