I watched how she struggled to control the child from running to the road side, and tried balancing the bags on her shoulders almost at the same time.
I took pity on her, walked
faster and got closer to her, greeted her and ask that I help hold the bag and baby. Her face lightened up as she says "thank you anty"
We got talking, I asked her to slow down and walk gently as she was heavy.
Then I noticed a man was walking right behind us(not too close) saying some things in his dialect. I recollected that I had passed him while trying to catch up with the woman.
Shortly, he was right behind us and he shouted at the woman, and I quote "will you walk fast, let me not get to the bus stop before you. Are you the first to get pregnant, abi belle na sickness?"
I looked at her in surprise, and asked "who is he?
"He's my husband" she replied with tears almost dripping from her eyes.
I calmly said to myself "holy spirit, please help me" because I was infuriated and pained. That man deserve to be [email protected] mercilessly.
I was still in that mood when she said "anty thank you, make I walka fast make him no come meet me, I no want wahala" as she hurriedly took her bag from me and reached out for her child's hand.
I watched as she kept struggling with the hyper-active child and heavy bag, while the horseband was cat-walking behind them with his hands in his pocket.
Tears dropped from my eyes. 😿
May we not marry what we cannot explain.