Once upon a time when I got possessed by a gangster spirit I almost entered one chance. To those who don't know what one chance is, it is when you get in a situation where you're in danger, serious danger which could produce drastic results.
I was passing by and I saw an army coloured baggie shorts and a scarf. I immediately loved it. I made sure I bought them and was very ready to wear them the next day. I didn't exactly have a place in mind but I just wanted to wear it. I wore my baggie shorts and a black polo. Tied the scarf on my head and my mom called. She told me to escort her to the market and I immediately obliged. Perfect time to wear my new outfit out, I thought.
We got into her car and zoomed off to the market. We arrived and I stepped out with my shoulders held very high. There's this superior feeling that comes with the army colors. I was feeling very high.
I wore a frown and out my hands in my pocket and was bouncing behind my mother. In the market, people literally thought that I was an army woman and some of them started hailing. I didn't even answer anybody, I kept walking like an empress.
At some point, a man stopped me and asked me..
"Why are you wearing our uniform?"
Hehehe, at first I wanted to fret but then I paused and thought, an army man won't ask such a question. A Nigerian army man would tell you to remove the clothes, but it mostly happens with the males. So to my reply… "who told you that i'm not an army official" I said with a calm, slow, gangster way. The man smiled and walked away.
I thought I had seen it all. I kept bouncing and we bought all we wanted buying and we're on our way out of tge market when a man with an army uniform stopped me and gave me the " don't ever try it again" look and I still didn't even send him. I was totally ready for the repercussions that followed. I walked away from the man and in my mind I was like " God please let him not call me back and tell me to frog jump or strip". He didn't call me back.
I went back home and my brothers were surprised. They asked if anything happened and I saw no with so much pride. They now showed me news about a guy who went through hell that day for just holding the scarf. I was lucky.
I put the clothes away never to be worn again. Not even to this day. I can't die abeg. It felt good but was very risky. Very risky.
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With love, wongi 😊