Sita
“Can’t you see she is ready to kill all of us with those tiny legs and hands of hers?” the lady who stole my phone yelled at her boys. Two were resting on the floor, the rest were scared of coming a bit close to me.
I had no interest in fighting them further. All I wanted was to walk away from the silly building of thieves who ran their business in the guise of a restaurant.
“Make sure you are gone from Abidjan,” I said to the lady. “My next visit will be horrible.”
I edged to the door and turned to her, urging her to come to unlock what her boys locked, else, the worst will come to the worse.
“Go get the door, you!” she yelled at the guy with the key.
The guy, conquered by fear, tossed the key at me and backed off. He probably didn't want a kick below his lower ab
