Fiction logo

WIT

.

By Catherine NyomendaPublished 2 years ago 2 min read

I'm currently parked along the road, literally waiting for the earth to swallow me whole. A few minutes ago, at Total Petrol Station, my navy blue work dress did that thing.

There I am at Total, catwalking to the boot to pick up that water that is put somewhere in front near the engine to wash the front window of the car. I open the boot. I bend a little to look for the fuel tank. I'm in white heels and my legs are all shiny so you know I'm looking good from the back. I find the fuel tank BUT because I'm near a market selling potatoes, I continue bending for a few more seconds because behind me is a good-looking man in a white V8. I tell myself "Let man witness my childbearing hips in 3D"

Then suddenly, a demonic wind just blows past me without warning. Before I can gather sense, my blue dress is resting safely on top of my head. The good news is that I had smeared enough lotion, even in areas where the sun does not shine. Even more good news, I am dressed in my good underwear. Not the parachutes I wear five days a month, no...not those. I'm wearing the ones that say ' I'm a good Christian girl who will make you call your mother in soprano'. The ones that 'Mama Ndungu' picked for me. There is no need to ask about petticoats because I was one of those who collapsed that business.

So now, I can hear hooting behind me. Why are the people hooting? They are hooting because I have realized the blue dress is on top of my head. I am fighting to pull it back down. The wind is like naaaaah, the dress is staying up. There is a matatu driver on the other lane shouting in Kiswahili " madamu unatuzuia" ( madam, you are blocking the way). The white V8 is still there, behind me, and my dress is everywhere except resting below my knees.

After what seems like an eternity, I have left the petrol station, leaving behind a whole bunch of people dying of laughter. Just when I was about to capture for myself, a V8 riding man...village witches struck again. Ah, no weapon formed against me shall prosper!

Also, dear V8 dude, I'm not crazy, I swear(licks one finger and points it to the sky).😩 Which of my village people is after me now?

Humor

About the Creator

Catherine Nyomenda

I love writing. I love the swirl of words as they tangle with human emotions. I am a flexible writer and can write almost anything, do you need any help creating content? Well then, get in touch...

Enjoyed the story? Support the Creator.

Subscribe for free to receive all their stories in your feed.

Subscribe For Free

Reader insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment
    Written by Catherine Nyomenda