Hi Everyone, This is one of the best series I’ve written so far but my first here. I wrote it in 2012- two years ago and it’s done and complete(unedited though, so please forgive whatever typo or grammatical blunders you come across) but I intend to post it every Friday till the end of it…I pray you enjoy it… Please feel free to comment and of course criticize… Enjoy!
Osakpolor Street was less crowded today considering its usual mad-rush of people on peculiar market days like this, but the unexpected rain had paused the busy activities of traders and buyers and so, everyone was on their heels trying to escape the merciless stripes of the rain. Lucky car owners jumped into their rides while pedestrians hit the walkway as if in hot pursue for a trophy only in this case, the trophy would be ‘staying dried’. Esosa cursed beneath her breath as she raced down the walkway seeking a proper shelter from the rain. Her handbag which she had used as a shield above her head was dripping off water on her white blouse- her most favorite blouse. She sighed disgustedly and nodded in affirmation as to why she despised the raining season. Reason she wouldn’t even get an umbrella. She just wasn’t a fan of all the wetness it brought and the stress of holding an umbrella all day, she scoffed…no way!
Her glance had fallen on a shop which unlike others was less crowded by people, all at the front door with bodies draining of water and shivering from the sudden cold. The shop was yellow painted and embroidered with funny decorations and pictures of women dancing round a burning pot. A huge sign that read “Switch” was positioned with shining bulbs of green few inches beside the shop. Just as she joined the crowd hidden beneath the shelter provided by the shop, Esosa noticed a woman hurrying out from the back door of the shop into a car that spontaneously sped away. A suspicious thought crossed her mind as she stared into the transparent glass window of the shop and took in the scenery. There was nothing basically unusual about the shop except for a red satin cloth spread on a tiny stool with skulls of dogs and whatever animals spread about it. Curiously, Esosa walked up to the door and pulled the handle. Surprisingly, it wasn’t locked. “Well that’s strange” Esosa muttered as she walked quietly into the shop which was deadly quiet except from a ticking clock hung on the wall facing the entrance of the door. A mirror she hadn’t noticed earlier, occupied the left wall and she conveniently stood in front of it and took in her appearance. She chuckled as she noticed how terrible she looked. The rain had messed up her makeup she had taken good thirty minutes at home to fix. Her hair braided in a woven style popularly known as Senegalese curved out her round face of perfectly dark brown eyes and pink lips. Her mascara had leaked out from her eyes dotting her cheeks. She stared at the stain on her blouse at the mirror and began to dig through her bag for her handkerchief. The sound of a shut door jerked her in shock. She sprung around to see who the entrant was but froze as she came face to face with a strangely looking woman whose face was plastered with a cockling smile.
“Ah there you are, I’ve been waiting for you”, the weird looking woman who was one sighted muttered, moving closer to her.
“Huh?” Esosa asked startled…