……My pride would never allow for me to do such a thing. I would rather die than go back to the village. What would my peers say of me? At least now everyone thought I had a job in the city. They were just waiting for the day I’d show up in a big car. Or the very least, a rich husband. I was here to make sure the former happened….somehow.…..
Every one knows that feeling that you get when you are being watched. It is a feeling ever so present, like someone it searing through your skull with a mere gaze. The streets were crowded. Every one jostled, in a hurry to go wherever. If not careful, one’s shoulder could easily be dislocated. I could see our reflections on the smudged mirrored wall next to us. We all looked like wild animals, hostile, untrusting and ready for the next meal. It made sense though, we were animals, stuck in a concrete jungle. And no, this had nothing to do with the theory of evolution.
Then I spotted one thing that stood like a red dot in a sea of polka dots. One woman stood next to a wall on the other side of the street. She had this thing about her that pulled your eye. It must have been the red dress that hugged her figure so perfectly. Or that big black purse that she held close to her chest, more for style than for security and convenience. Maybe it was her perfectly coiffed braids on top of her head that framed her beautiful oval face. It was obvious, she sought attention, to be seen by everyone. And this she got. It was her eyes that stood out from all these, not for their beauty but for how focused there were on me. And for a whole minute I felt like prey in the sights of a predator. I shivered.
They say a smile is a lot more like a universal greeting. And so when she bared her pearly whites the sense of unease left me and for a reason as unexplainable as why we exist, I crossed the road and headed straight towards her. By the time I stood directly in front of her, her smile had grown wider, and somehow her eyes softer.
”Hi, I’m sorry for the staring, I must look like a creep, but you seem lost”
She had the voice of a salesperson, calming, engaging and one that somehow made you curious. Then it dawned on me that she said I seemed lost. Of course I looked lost, I was walking aimlessly albeit slower than everyone else seemed to walk. Heck, I’d crossed the road towards a stranger who had been staring at me. Had I walked right into a trap? I backtracked quickly away from her. But before I could make my escape, she handed me a folded piece of paper that seemed to magically appear on her hand. There was a cursive writing on its top fold.
”You will find your way”
When I looked up, I found her staring at me again. As if satisfied, she smiled and walked away, her heels making an interesting beat that faded as she disappeared into the throng.
It was a strange encounter to say the least. I have to admit however, that the strangest thing was how quickly I put the paper into my pocket. Maybe it was just plain old curiosity, or maybe something else was at play. Something beyond my own understanding.