She rushed out of her apartment, half-greeted Mrs. Okon her neighbour and didn’t even double-check to see if she actually slammed her door shut. The compound where she lived wasn’t exactly by the main road so she had to pull off her heels and run towards the road to flag down a bus on time. Her boss had already warned her about her lateness, especially on Monday mornings. She never understood why she always made it late to work on Mondays. Maybe it was simply because she hated Mondays, I mean who didn’t?!
When she got to the main road, she walked to the nearest bus stop and stood in line to wait for the next bus.
“Excuse me” someone said from behind her. “Excuse me, hey, I’m talking to you” he said again.
“Not this morning” she muttered to herself. She always expected this every morning and before she turned around to reply such, she said a little prayer to God: “Please let him have sense, please”.
“Yes?” she finally replied
The Female Igbo Architect 