It started like any other day. There was nothing out of the ordinary. I did the things I usually did.

I was a receptionist a two star hotel and had worked there for the last two years. I had just ended my morning shift and was casually walking home.

I wasn’t even that tired since we didn’t have that many guests at the moment. We rarely do.

Boredom is what I found myself struggling with the most.

As I signed out, I went into the changing room and changed into my personal clothes and headed home.

The weather was quite balmy, and I was beginning to sweat So I decided to walk faster. If I could get home sooner and take a cold shower.

I’ve always despised hot climates; they simply don’t suit me. I find solace in the embrace of cold climates, where I can dictate my level of warmth without feeling as though I’m simmering in Mother Nature’s perpetual soup pot every single day!

As I walked the street heading to my avenue, there were people and cars milling about. Everyone hurried to their destinations, or just to get out of the scorching sun.

Mama Jane glared at me from her provision store and I awkwardly waved at her as I passed hastily. I was still owing her for some of the groceries I bought last month. I promised to pay her everything at the end of this month.

I smiled as I walked past a group of kids playing soccer by the roadside. They reminded me of days when all I wanted to do was play street soccer after school. I used to dream of becoming a famous soccer star. What happened? Well reality.

I reached my Avenue and slowed down a bit. Wiping my brow again, glad to be almost home. I would give anything for a glass of chilled orange juice.

Ahead of me, a guy and a lady were having a heated conversation about something in the middle of the road. beside them were a brown old beat up truck and a pretty blue Nissan car, both battered and smoking.