I was 16.
The first time I ever fainted from hunger.
It was after school, under that hot Zaria sun.
I hadn’t eaten since the night before just garri and salt water.
That day, I didn't even have transport home.
So I walked.
My feet were burning, the soles worn thin from washing and rewashing.
Then I felt dizzy.
I sat under a mango tree by the roadside and dropped my head.
People passed.
Cars drove by.
Nobody stopped.
Then this boy from my class walked past.
He paused. Looked at me.
Then sat beside me didn’t say a word. Just sat.
He opened his lunch bag. Brought out bread and zobo.
We shared it silently.
Then he noticed my slippers were almost broken in half.
He removed his own and handed them to me.
I said,
What about you?
He smiled and said,
I know this road. My feet will understand.
And he walked home barefoot.
Wow
I also school in zaria
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3 hrs agoI was 16.
The first time I ever fainted from hunger.
It was after school, under that hot Zaria sun.
I hadn’t eaten since the night before just garri and salt water.
That day, I didn't even have transport home.
So I walked.
My feet were burning, the soles worn thin from washing and rewashing.
Then I felt dizzy.
I sat under a mango tree by the roadside and dropped my head.
People passed.
Cars drove by.
Nobody stopped.
Then this boy from my class walked past.
He paused. Looked at me.
Then sat beside me didn’t say a word. Just sat.
He opened his lunch bag. Brought out bread and zobo.
We shared it silently.
Then he noticed my slippers were almost broken in half.
He removed his own and handed them to me.
I said,
What about you?
He smiled and said,
I know this road. My feet will understand.
And he walked home barefoot.