I wondered if large pieces of meat ever got stuck there and probably decayed there, did he also have maggots in there?. I also wondered if his mom had abused tetracycline when he was still swimming in his amniotic fluid. He keeps looking at me and smiling,I give him my sweetest smile,eyes locked in a sweet gaze and I say, ''hi''. I could not help it, after all I am Nigerian, we have culture, we are suppose to be polite.He smiled and said, ''Are you from here?'' and I reply ''No''. He pays and leaves.
I watch as the asian guy scans the items I had collected, while almost crying as the amount climbs.I also do a mental calculation of the remaining items and almost slap myself as to why I picked so much potato and onion and then I ask myself, ''Dee what are you doing with this bag of apple,must you have apple?, don't you realize times are hard''. I hear the beep of the last item and the amount he calls is payable,I give myself a pat on the back, thanking God for saving me from embarrassment, promising never to get too greedy again
I walk out, strolling lazily, happy I did not have to return some of the items.
Then I hear,''excuse me miss''.I turn around and its Mr Rasta. I smile and say hi.The following conversation ensues:
Rasta: Do you live around here
Rasta: I would like to see you again
Me: I am sorry, that would not be possible.I am a very busy person
Rasta: Then can I have your phone number
Me: There is no need, cos I would not see you
Rasta: Then take my number 6.......
Me : Don't bother, I would not call you.Just have faith,we might get to see again
Rasta: Ok.I really hope so,cos as me see you,you touch me heart in a special way and me wanna get to know you.you just affect me.
Me: ok, just have faith.take care then,bye
Why would you want to know me with that your dirty, smelly, lice infested hair wrap.Get thee behind me...lol xoxo