Jemaima roamed the streets while staring at the huge buildings along the road. She had hoped to work in one of those big companies one day in a neat suit and fine heels. But now, she was looking for her sister and her mum. She knew that the city had a better companies in town, she was hoping that one day she will find a place to call home.
Her stomach growled, she was famished, she ignored it and continued walking. A wealthy woman got out of a brown SUV opposite the other road. Jemaima could tell that she was wealthy, she wore expensive fur jacket and thick, black leather trousers. Jemaima walked to her and tugged at the woman's jacket.
The woman turned around. Once she noticed Jemaima, she smacked off Jemaima's hand. "Don't touch me, you filthy thing!" The woman yelled in disgust.
Passersby turned to gape at them.
Bold as she was, Jemaima still tugged at her clothes and stretched out a hand to beg. "Please, I need some money." She begged.
"Do I look like your mother?" The woman spat. "Driver, come drag this girl out of my sight!" The woman went on.
Her driver who was bald headed wore a pale top on black trousers. He walked around the car to where they were and grabbed Jemaima's hand in an aggressive way.
"Please, give me some money. That's all I'm asking. I know you don't have food to give to me." Jemaima meekly went on aware of the audience she was giving to the onlookers.
"Damn you kid! Push her away and throw her to the streets. That's where she belongs!" The woman shoved Jemaima out of the way but Jemaima held on to her despite the fact that the driver was dragging her.
"Let me go this instant! If you don't, I'll curse you to hell!" The woman yelled.
Jemaima turned, opened her mouth to sink her teeth into the driver's hand. She proceeded to kick him in his groin, and her heels took flight without glancing back.
"Someone get that girl! Someone get her! She needs to be arrested!" The woman screamed to the onlookers but no one answered her. Everyone began to mind their businesses.
The driver recovered after a while then he chased after Jemaima. The woman pressed some crumpled notes into two young boys hands and told them to chase Jemaima.
They were older than her, Jemaima noticed.
"Go back!" She yelled. "Or, you will see fire!" She yelled as she took a curve.
There was a barrier ahead of her, she gasped and stopped. The two boys were behind and she had no where to run to.
"Where is the fire now, girl?" One laughed. He was thin and had big eyes.
"You should be attcking that woman not me. I didn't steal from her." She told them.
"Hear that, Lawrence." The other scoffed. He was short and had big feet like tubers of yam.
Jemaima picked up a granite stone that was close to her leg then she shot a look at them.
"Silly girl. What are you going to do with that?" Lawrence asked. "She wants to throw that at us?" He turned to the short fellow.
She picked another stone and threw it at them. It flew past them. The boys laughed at her and began to walk towards her. The short one tried to grab her arm but she hit the stone on his head.
He cried as he held the scourged part of his head. The other tried to grab her too but she jumped away by an inch. Then, she swirled round and kicked him severally but that doesn't seem to have any effect on him. He grinned at her quite foolishly. She moved backwards and thought quickly before the short one could recover.
"Watch out!" She yelled.
The boy looked up at where she had pointed then she kicked him in his groin. The boy cried out in anguish, she shoved him aside and started running.
Stupid people, a child needs some food and all they think is to arrest the poor kid, Jemaima thought within herself.
She looked behind her. She must have lost track of them, no one was chasing her again. She sneaked into an open shop when the owner wasn't looking.
The boys ran pass the shop, went back to the shop to ask the owner of they had seen Jemaima. The owner shook his head and the boys went their way.
Jemaima looked around in the shop and took out some boy's clothes. She stripped off her flower pinky dress and changed quickly and sneaked out the same way she had come in.
She walked down a dark path and pulled her hair up in a pony tail. It was best if she take Sir Paul's advice. She must look the part of a boy to save herself.
Later on, she was seen in a restroom trimming her hair low.