Thursday 19 March 2015

To The Lion's Den And Back

I saw them standing...twenty or more of them talking loudly and smoking weed. It wasn't my first time of walking through this kinda setting, so I threaded on.

My only fear was my exposed cleavage...what if they leered at me? what if they laughed at me? what if they circled me? My only fear...What If?

luckily, their situation at that moment wasn't open cleavage which I was yet to find out.

I met the man I went to meet, he was an elder and he has a church in the community. I actually went there to interview him on the current situation in the community because the death report this days is moving towards the high side. He explained that they have no peace in the community for some months...guys are ganging up, youths are dying, ladies are being raped *my heart tumbled in quick procession* houses are being burnt. *Oh my!*

I quickly rounded up the interview with the Baba and bid farewell. I met another man I was supposed to interview. He urged me on to take my leave immediately.

So I moved, my long and quick stride was working perfectly for me. *I fear no evil.*

Just then, Just when I got to the exit gate of the community, just when I thought I've survived it all...the thundering sound stroke. legs flying at the back of their owners, names calling/shouting, vehicles blaring and maneuvering madly... Within a minute, the community calmness changed to a raging storm and survivor was the fittest.

I wanted to run *God knows* I wanted to hide, I wanted to scream...so many things I wanted to do but my long and quick stride calmed me...'babe, you have me'. And I wondered if anybody from the clinic knew I would be there...in the lion's den. I remembered that I told Ope over the phone

Stray bullet; I remembered that too. It just killed recently...the fish seller girl at Lekki.

My devious mind and my long and quick stride ganged up against me...we threaded on calmly and we survived.

I will be there again...infact throughout this week. I have a mission and I must accomplish...fight or no fight.  I'm a trained journalist, forget I'm in the advertising world.