I have a story...
Did I mention how insanely cold it was this morning???
The kind of cold that makes one a smoker. Yes...that one that makes clouds from your breath...
My feet and fingers were so numb that they could drop off and I wouldn't notice....well, not until I raise my stump for a handshake...
I made my way to the city again and after I was done, I reclined into my seat in the bus that was going to convey us (son and I) to the village where we now call home...
I wrapped around us a faux, fur blanket and we snuggled close to each other to generate heat. My son soon fell asleep while I gritted my teeth as my ears painfully popped from the pressure that comes from travelling along the mountains.
On getting to our village, I alighted from the bus, laid my son down to sleep in his stroller. After I was satisfied that he was warm and snug, I began the long, brisk walk home.
I ignored the usual stares, pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and walked faster. My fingers soon got numb and my nose ran.
Then, I walked past a bank. Standing in front of the bank were two women. Their eyes widened when they saw me... I heard them catch their breath in shock. I knew what was coming so I hastened my steps. They broke into unintelligible Turkish and from their incoherence, I detected "Oh she looks just like Rihanna!!!"
Immediately, one of Rihanna's hit songs started to play in my head..
"Oh Nana what's my name"
My walk had a sudden spring to it and even a detectable swing to my hips. I swayed slowly, mimicking Rihanna's walk down the street in the video.
Yaaaaas girl! Werk it!
Just as I was about to dip and do it in the middle of a busy street in a remote village, I heard "Wait! Please, we want pictures!!!"
I was jerked back to reality. Nope, you're not Rihanna. You're a mom who is about to freeze her behind and immortalise herself in one of Rihanna's famous moves.
My afro was frozen, my nose was runny, my lips were parched and my fleek brows had become a part of history....
No...this is NOT the time to play Rihanna and definitely NOT the time to take fan pictures.
I looked back and saw that the two women were gaining momentum.
RUN!!!!!!! A voice shouted in my head and before I could debate the wisdom of that advice, I broke into a run.
They followed...
I jumped over hurdles, they did too.
I turned sharply into a hidden street, they turned too.
I looked back and I saw their jaws were hard and set; their pupils glazed...
I conjured a cup of steaming coffee in front of me and ran towards it like my life depended on it....
I had no idea what these women imagined but it was definitely more compelling...
The soles of their feet hit the back of their heads and still they dodged forward, relentlessly.. .
I leapt, they did
I sprang, they did
I bolted but their distant cousin is Usain Bolt.
There was no way Rihanna was slipping through their grasps..
I started to slow down, I was breathless. .. (sorry, fitfam
)
From the corner of my eyes, I saw the women slow down to a walk. Only then, did I notice that one of them carried a little child
I have found the missing X man/woman. Take note, Marvel.
Their lips pulled up into broad smiles.
They gushed.
"You're so beautiful! Omg! I have never seen a black woman! Do you live here? You work here too??? Can we take pictures with you?"
I punctuated their questions with appropriate smiles and blushes then nodded my head in approval.
So there was how a gloomy day ended well...
Thank you all so much for reading and I hope this brightened someone's day
Did I mention how insanely cold it was this morning???
The kind of cold that makes one a smoker. Yes...that one that makes clouds from your breath...
My feet and fingers were so numb that they could drop off and I wouldn't notice....well, not until I raise my stump for a handshake...
I made my way to the city again and after I was done, I reclined into my seat in the bus that was going to convey us (son and I) to the village where we now call home...
I wrapped around us a faux, fur blanket and we snuggled close to each other to generate heat. My son soon fell asleep while I gritted my teeth as my ears painfully popped from the pressure that comes from travelling along the mountains.
On getting to our village, I alighted from the bus, laid my son down to sleep in his stroller. After I was satisfied that he was warm and snug, I began the long, brisk walk home.
I ignored the usual stares, pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and walked faster. My fingers soon got numb and my nose ran.
Then, I walked past a bank. Standing in front of the bank were two women. Their eyes widened when they saw me... I heard them catch their breath in shock. I knew what was coming so I hastened my steps. They broke into unintelligible Turkish and from their incoherence, I detected "Oh she looks just like Rihanna!!!"
Immediately, one of Rihanna's hit songs started to play in my head..
"Oh Nana what's my name"
My walk had a sudden spring to it and even a detectable swing to my hips. I swayed slowly, mimicking Rihanna's walk down the street in the video.
Yaaaaas girl! Werk it!
Just as I was about to dip and do it in the middle of a busy street in a remote village, I heard "Wait! Please, we want pictures!!!"
I was jerked back to reality. Nope, you're not Rihanna. You're a mom who is about to freeze her behind and immortalise herself in one of Rihanna's famous moves.
My afro was frozen, my nose was runny, my lips were parched and my fleek brows had become a part of history....
No...this is NOT the time to play Rihanna and definitely NOT the time to take fan pictures.
I looked back and saw that the two women were gaining momentum.
RUN!!!!!!! A voice shouted in my head and before I could debate the wisdom of that advice, I broke into a run.
They followed...
I jumped over hurdles, they did too.
I turned sharply into a hidden street, they turned too.
I looked back and I saw their jaws were hard and set; their pupils glazed...
I conjured a cup of steaming coffee in front of me and ran towards it like my life depended on it....
I had no idea what these women imagined but it was definitely more compelling...
The soles of their feet hit the back of their heads and still they dodged forward, relentlessly.. .
I leapt, they did
I sprang, they did
I bolted but their distant cousin is Usain Bolt.
There was no way Rihanna was slipping through their grasps..
I started to slow down, I was breathless. .. (sorry, fitfam
)From the corner of my eyes, I saw the women slow down to a walk. Only then, did I notice that one of them carried a little child
I have found the missing X man/woman. Take note, Marvel.
Their lips pulled up into broad smiles.
They gushed.
"You're so beautiful! Omg! I have never seen a black woman! Do you live here? You work here too??? Can we take pictures with you?"
I punctuated their questions with appropriate smiles and blushes then nodded my head in approval.
So there was how a gloomy day ended well...
Thank you all so much for reading and I hope this brightened someone's day
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