A South Korean car was parked right in front of a tailor shop named Almansir Tailoring and Fashion Design Company. The shop attendant indicated that both men and women could bring their clothes for tailoring there. The car, a KIA Saloon, was ash-colored.
A fair-skinned young woman, possibly a lady, was the driver. She was dressed in a suit typical of those worn abroad, specifically for women, consisting of a camisole with wide shoulder straps and a long coat that reached past her knees. The coat was fastened with a single button in the middle, and her outfit was also ash-colored. She wore black shoes and white glasses perched on her long nose, similar to those worn by many doctors.
She held only an iPad in her hand, and her hair, which reached the middle of her back, was loose without any headscarf or veil. Her appearance was striking enough to make one take multiple glances.
Her manner of locking the car suggested she was a confident and attractive woman, aware of the attention she garnered wherever she went. She was tall but not overly slim, with a figure comparable to that of Pretty Zeeta from India. At first glance, one might mistake her for a non-Nigerian, as her appearance resembled that of a Miss World contestant.
Her fingers were slender and painted with ash-colored nail polish, and her nails were long and well-manicured. After taking about five seconds, she locked her car and tossed her hair back as she looked around before crossing the street to enter MONAK STORE.
I spent thirty-seven minutes browsing my favorite items in the superstore, such as chocolates, chewing gum, and biscuits, which I often consider my meals. For cosmetics, I usually pick various lip glosses and lipsticks.
I was carrying a bag with the store's name printed on it when my phone rang, momentarily distracting me as I walked.
"You know I don't talk on the street. Please call back in forty minutes when I reach Aunty's house. Okay, thank you, bye," I said to my fiancé, with whom I was playing hard to get, as the thought of leaving home was troubling me.
Despite the cold weather typical of Jos, today was milder, with a gentle breeze that was quite pleasant. I looked up at the cloudy sky, walking calmly as the wind played with my hair.
I saw cars approaching from a distance and decided to cross the street. As the wind blew my hair into my face, I tried to clear my vision but was hit by a car, causing me to fall in the middle of the road.
