Melike Benli
My name is Julia. It's my first time wearing high-heeled shoes. Don't laugh at me please, my legs were shivering even before I started walking.
The shows were bought as a gift by my cousin as a birthday gift. There was no way I could reject a birthday gift, so I gladly accepted it even though I knew I wasn't good at wearing it.
My first step went wiggy-Wagga kind of, as I tried to find my balance but I kept my feet firm so the ground didn't crumble 🤣😂🤣 or should I say: ***I don't crumble like a lack of cards.
Heady cousin took me to a nice restaurant in town, all for my birthday. The exquisite ambiance of the restaurant is simply classy, awnnnn.
After all the flenjor (enjoyment)We decided to leave for home but to our surprise, there was no taxi going our way and my legs were beginning to hurt. I had to contemplate taking off the shoes to walk barefooted but it restricted me. We walked farther and yet no taxi 🚕 came by. I just pulled the shoes and walked the mile.
I got home and grandma made me a laughing stock. It wasn't painful oooo, at least, I had my first experience on heel shoes.
Jollof Rice Saga
One fateful Saturday, I needed to stroll take a stroll around town to find a place where there was an #Owanbe (party). One weekend without a party is likely a waste for some of us.
As I took a walk around, two ladies that looked like they were stranded or lost sought my attention to ask for the venue of a wedding reception. They had with them huge food flasks containing different types of food.
I took the sole responsibility to show them the way to the party and helped carry one food flask, it contained roasted turkey.
As a good guy, having reached the venue, I decided to take a seat close to the serving point so that the ladies could see me. But rather than serve me some jollof rice and roasted turkey, they asked me to help them serve the guests, that I would be having a special package after the event.
Again, I went and served the guests and before you knew it, the party had ended.
Truly, they served me a sumptuous dish of jollof rice with two extremely large chunks of turkey. It was the last they had and had preserved for me. But the worst happened.
Some guys from nowhere running after each other rammed into my eating table and everything, including my chunks of turkey fell to the ground.
At first, I looked at the Jolly rice spread all over the ground, there was no remedy for the rice. The turkey could be washed. Though I was angry, I didn't abandon the turkey, I picked the chunks up and headed to wash off the sands then I slipped.
No one told me, straight home, I went.