Bag Lady I: Bisi
I’m sure I look like a cat, wriggling my wet body shamelessly. Dropping the towel, I palm my beautiful twin peaks. God, I love my body!
Roughly an hour later I sit back from the mirror and examine my handiwork. The pale beauty cheekily eying me from the mirror looks good enough to be eaten – from the pale purple shading her eyes mysteriously to the dark matching underwear hugging her small but well-stacked frame.
I am going to make a killing. I might as well go with the ‘drop-dead gorgeous’ description.
I admire myself one last time before turning towards the bed where my black dress is carefully laid out. Running my fingers along the bust, I enjoy the feel of twenty-five thousand naira satin. I reach to pick it up –
And then I freeze. Silly me. I am yet to pick out a purse.
Giggling, I run over to the wardrobe, move Lola’s stuff to one-side and beam proudly at my purses. It occurs to me I haven’t seen Tinuke all day. I shrug mentally, disinterested. She can take care of herself.
I pick and discard one after the other. Quickly I run through a stack of nineteen purses and can’t make up my mind. I’m about to –
I bend over to search in the corner of the wardrobe and in that moment two things strike me.
One; someone is coming in through the door.
Two; my black purse is missing.
I straighten and turn towards the only person who could have taken the purse; Lola; my roomie.