Skirt flailing
Her feet pounding the asphalt
She ran on, ignoring the hoots, the catcalls, the insults...
Only one thought...
Run!
Run!!
Run!!!
Almost out of the market...
She hit a woman...and her goods came tumbling.
"Oh Lord! What's your problem? Can't you just look where you are going? Abi, you want to go and meet your sugar daddies? Ashewo..."
The woman ranted on, but the girl had tuned out her voice. Only one word ringing steadily...
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Ashewo...Ashewo...ash
She screamed.
"Enough! Enough, enough, enough!!! I've had it! You want to know why I'm wearing this?? Do you?"
She whirled around to face the now still crowd.
"Because a kind hearted person gave it to me. At least, it's better than being naked. I was naked. Naked!! None of you came to my aid! Raped, stripped of my most precious possession. You!" She pointed at a woman,
"You passed the site where I lay, naked, bleeding...an-and, you spat on me. You spat on me!! Now you have the guts to insult me? That's a laugh...a big one. Guess what, it was a girl my age who helped me. Yes, a teenager. She was taking these clothes to her younger sister when she saw me. All thoughts fleeing, she helped me. Me!!"
By this time, the tears were pouring down. She payed no notice.
"Call it skimpy, call it nudity, but never judge before you know the truth."
She faced the woman who had called her that degrading name, her face shocked.
"I'm sorry, ma'am for pouring your food items. Forgive me"
And with that, she strolled out of the market, head high, tears streaming, leaving a crowd with pierced consciences behind.
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#Diva(^^^)
