The evening was chilly as
usual. The trees whistled as they danced back and forth to the tune of
the wind. The street glowed with so much life as people went about their
businesses like they were immune to the chill of the weather.
Prisca was taking a lazy
stroll down the streets of Bariga, scantily clad in a black tank top and jean
bum shorts with earbuds plugged in to soulful renditions when she felt a tap on
her shoulder. “Aunty ,pesin dey call you”
A young scruffy boy who could easily pass for a lout-because of his rough
looks, pointed her attention to a car parked beside her. She had been carried
away by the song she was listening to; she didn’t notice any one was calling
her. Patting her braids in place, she walked slowly back to the car, curious to
find out who the person was.
“Hi, where you heading
to? Can I give you a ride, please?” came the cool voice. “Without knowing your
name?” she replied rudely, rolling her eyes in disgust.
“My bad! I’m Chike,
what’s your pretty name?”
“Prisca”.
“Prisca”.
“Nice name, please can I drop you wherever your destination is, a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking alone” his eyes pled.
“No, I’m fine.” She replied almost immediately.