That day, I did not mean to lock my sister in the freezer. We were playing #hideandseek.
Once upon a time....time time.
My people, issa thread.
It was one of those days; the sweltering heat was softened by cool breezes and leaves swayed on the trees, their shivering letting permitting the speckled rays of sun to touch the ground.
The adults were all away; my parents at work and the maid had gone to the market. We were outside, me, my siblings and a cousin. As it is said amongst my people, we were playing the lives of our heads. That means, we were having the time of our lives at play.
When I've had a really exhausting day and I'm looking forward to going home to a delicious meal of Afang soup and garri, my bed, with the laptop in front of me, on which I'll watch Kingsman: The Secret Service for the 28th time.
I had that kind of day.
On a day like this, when I board a cab, I don't want the driver or any other person to talk to me.
Alas! Some people will not agree. Like the proverbial village people, they're relentless and must talk and drag me into doing the same.
I board this cab.
The driver just wouldn't shut up. After several unsuccessful attempts at a light doze, I give up when he starts to talk about his love life.
"Madam, you see me, I'm a very faithful man. I don't like heartbreak, so I only date one woman at a time."