Let me explain something.
I am not athletic.
Running was not part of my destiny.
So when two giant men chased me, I ran like a newborn goat.
I slipped twice. Almost cried three times. And prayed fifty times.
I reached the road and screamed, "HELP! THEY ARE CHASING ME!"
A passing taxi slowed down… looked at the men behind me… then sped off.
Nigeria or Italy, fear is universal.
A strong arm suddenly grabbed me.
I screamed like someone stole my last plate of jollof rice.
"Relax," a deep voice said behind me.
Relax??? Sir, criminals are holding me like stolen goods and you said RELAX???
I turned.
It was him.
The devil himself.
Up close, he smelled expensive. Like money and bad decisions.
"Please I saw nothing," I rushed out. "I am blind. Spiritually and physically."
He stared at me silently.
Then he said, "You talk too much."
Rude.
"I am sorry," I whispered immediately because survival is key.
He studied my face like he was reading my future.
"Put her in the car."
Excuse me again???
I kicked. I screamed. I insulted their entire generation.
They scooped me up like a ragdoll, and I screamed like my life depended on it—which it kind of did."