Abidjan is big, but not too big for me to find the woman with my phone. she had entered a big market with my phone. that was what they did when they snatched or stole your phone. I followed what I had on the screen of my iPad and made it into the market.
I was getting closer. She seemed to have branched somewhere, maybe where she would sell off the phone. but how come, she was drunk and she was still able to go this far without dropping down at the roadside?
Well, who knows if it was pretense in the first place. None of that mattered anyway, what mattered this very moment was the fact that I was out to find my phone and nothing more.
“Hey…” I said to a man standing by the door of the building where she had just branched. “Did you see a lady…”
The man snubbed me and walked awa
