Chapter 172 - Exploring the Night II

Aside form the eyesore of a refuse bin, the place was pretty neat, the entirety of the ground paved i concrete, putting it to contrast so much with the road that Sunday and Shino had been on earlier. Perhaps, this was as a result of the fact that the road here was mainly used by those who lived in the residential area here and so, they had devoted time to see that it was well maintained.

"Yaawwnnnn..." Aderonke stretched her left hand into the air and  reared her head back as she covered her yawning mouth  by repeated tapping of her right hand over the lips. After she was done, she c.o.c.ked her neck and walked out till she stood some steps away from the center of the road but in this way , she was free from the alcove of sorts where the gate of the house had been. 

She then licked her lips, her body returning to normal,  smile to her lips. "At least, I did not have to burn my clothes this time. I am getting better." She applauded herself, her smile getting even broader.

She kicked the ground just then as she looked down and then jerked her head back up, with a dreary smile. "I am getting better at this. But then, I don't know. I am still feeling sleepy but some how, I feel like someone is going to com to see me." She muttered to herself, dipping her hands into the small pockets of the bumshorts she had on. Now that he had done that, she began to walk up the road, looking straight at the clear road that led to the junction to which one could join the express road ahead.

She shuffled her feet on the ground, not bothering whether or not she was making any noise that wee hour of the day. That was not in her mind. The people she needed to be wary of, she had already left them in the compound now. The ones outside were not of any of her business. 

After all, no matter what happened, unless they could really catch her in the act, then no matter how much they had seen her, there would really be nothing that they could.

The road was dark but the light from the moon was doing so well in illuminating it. The milky lights soaked into her white tshirt, outlining her body as she walked rather carelessly in the wee hour of the day. She moved for some steps forward, coming to the end of the walling of her compound. After her compound was the next compound, a storey building as well but not as exquisite a block of flat like the one she lived in. It id not even have a gate, talk nothing of the walling of the compound. Pretty basic and it even had a cotton farm by the side of with which acted like some sort of perimeter for the building. 

Although she was not sure what it was but she had always wished she could just go up to the branches and pluck for herself some fluff. But then, the neighbors in this place, she did not know how they would react to that. In fact, she did not even want to know about that. 

She moved out in silence now, waling on and on. By now, she had reached the hole length of the compound through a sort of line that was in the lining as her compound fence

As she did, the cotton trees had thinned out, creating a break before it was covered up by a lone cotton tree and then after that, a rusted container was placed with a brown dusty roof over the top of it. It was the local way of getting shops for the people in this country as they could just easily place their containers anyway instead of having to look for an ideal shop building in an ideal location for them. 

for the owners of the container, it had been most likely being put there because it was just where the owner was living hence making al f it very convenient for the person or persons. As they now only had to pop out when  someone was out there and they could just go to the shop at any time of the day. It also meant that for the customer, the customer could come out at late in the night nd all the customer would have to do is to alert them at the house and then, most likely, get someone who would move over to the container to attend to their needs. 

After the container, just by the front of it was the placement of a table with superficially long table legs, joined and connected to one another by the squarely locked in poles of wood. The ground was poorly paved, some of it cracked open so much that it was literally over flowing with dust and sand. Even to the fact that the parts which had yet been un-cracked were mostly coated with sand and soil. 

She looked to the right of her, her eyes still narrowed out. Squinting, she could pick out the details of the building that was just after the cotton trees. It was poorly designed, more like a rushed work but for the tenants living in there, it was sufficient, even though it looked more like a thatched hut than a building which had been made with block and concrete. The building, bungalow style, had broken windows, patched up temporarily but the boarding with wooden pieces and covered from street gazes by the placements of wrappers and bed spread over there. The walls were cracked, some of it having no evidence of plaster at all.

She was used to this anyways and so she sighed. But that was not what she had been looking at earlier. She had only looked thee because she heard something. 

And she felt something. 

Something that her instincts wee warning her about!