Chapter 9

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CHAPTER 9

I found the only vehicle that pried our village route about to leave and I barely just made it on time. I sat myself quietly at the back seat enjoying the reprieve from the biting cold and got lost in thoughts,thoughts of my new life ahead. I didn't know anyone in the city and as it stood things would only get worse before they got better. I pondered about the million opportunities that lay ahead of me too, of furthering my education and getting a job to at least sustain myself. I must have dozed off because I was startled by the loud honking of horns and a blare of loud music coming from the throng of vehicles that surrounded ours. I peeped outside the window and found that we were in the midst of many tall buildings with hundreds upon hundreds of people walking along the streets. I felt elated but at the same time intimidated by the unfamiliarity of it all. It was late afternoon when our vehicle finally stopped at a place I later came to learn was called The bus terminus. I edged close to a young lady that had boarded the vehicle somewhere along the way, although I didn't see when because I was asleep. She was dressed like the people of the city, and her lips were even covered in the red blood-like substance that they applied on their lips. If anyone knew the city, I was sure she did. 

"Excuse me miss, how are you?"

She looked at me with disdain written all over her pale face, contemplating whether to speak to me or not. The former won. 

"Hi. What do you want?"

"Eer ..am sorry to disturb you but this is my first time in the city and I've no idea where I am."

"So what? Do I look like a refugee camp to you? Or some sort of a humanitarian organisation that goes around helping girls who get lost in the city? Get out of my way silly girl!" She snapped at me. To say I was shocked would not be enough to explain the turmoil I was going through. I apologized quietly and walked towards a bench on the pavement and sat down. I couldn't stop the torrent of tears that then began to fall, so I buried my face in my hands and let them fall. 

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