Part 1: Running girl
I have learnt many things in life and one of them is that you cannot run for your life in high heel shoes.
As I was running down the slope of Falomo Bridge, at some time past 4 am, I was actually praying for the heels of my Dorothy Perkins shoes to break because I did not dare to stop to take them off.
I was no longer aware of Mama running behind me. I couldn’t hear her footsteps but I wasn’t stopping to check on her; it was well and truly an every-chick-for-herself kind of situation. And besides, we've always told her to lose weight. Maybe now, if we make it out of this alive, she'll finally accept the folly of embracing her orobo title.
At the bottom of the bridge, on the Ikoyi side, I ran into the remnants of a police checkpoint. The officers were drinking what I can only assume to be paraga, and counting the day’s take.
If I was shocked to happen on them at 4 in the morning, they were equally startled to see a yellow girl in a cream low caught dress running at them. They scattered away from my path and would have let me continue if at that point Mama had not called out my name and by so doing stopped my get-away.
The policemen regained their composure and immediately proceeded to arrest us, pointing their guns as they shouted at us to tell them who we were.
I was out of breath, Mama even more so. The officers had to wait while their paraga woman opined that we must be ashewos and they agreed without relaxing their battle-ready holds on their weapons.
Taken from the link: http://www.wazobiareport.com/the-unedited-series/Chronicles-of-a-Runs-Girl/Part-1-Running-girl
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