TWENTY-NINE
SAVAGE GIRL
Tuesday
6:59 am
Dear Diary
Chai! Now I get it when people say they've suffered.
I'm writing from the rusty shelter of the Lekki BRT station by the way—and yes, the man with the golden—No, golden is not a way to put it, it glorifies it—that teeth must not see the break light of glorification—the man with the brown teeth! Yup, so, the man with the brown teeth tried to try.
"How have you been, Shan Shan?" That's where he lost me at—what the heck is Shan Shan? I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing, ignoring the startled expression on his face.
"Did I say something funny?"
"No sir—You're just naturally funny," I said, with the hope that he'd feel stupid but my laughter subscription was immediately renewed when he started massaging his chin while revealing his dirty set of teeth again.
"You have a beautiful smile" he dared to say and at this point, I stopped laughing—'it's not funny anymore' I thought to myself.
"I wish I could say the same thing to you, sir."
"What?"
"No sir, I said Thank you very much, ni sir."
"Oh! Don't mention—I'm sure you have a boyfriend with the way you're growing up so fast."
"I'm sure your wife got married to you at my age judging by the age of your first daughter," I said this very audibly, hoping he got the message and he did because he immediately saved my life and locked his disaster of a dentition tight into his lips.
I thanked him as soon as we got to the Lekki bus top and my Savage self if waiting for a straight bike to work.
Bye for now.
Lil miss sassy Shaniqua
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Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello
HumorShaniqua Bello is a 24 year old graduate navigating through life in the busy city of Lagos and THIS is her diary.
