Hunger

Looking up, Isioma saw a man who was almost if not a little bit taller than her. He was stretching a few dollar notes towards Isioma in a bid to pay for her hair, but Isioma would want none of that. She was financially buoyant and could afford to pay for her two hundred dollars box braids.

“Thank you for the offer, but I have this one covered,” Isioma said, turning down the offer she had received from the man.

“I insist please let me pay for it,” the man pleaded.

Isioma finally gave in to her hair being paid for by a stranger.

“Thank you,” Isioma said with a smile on her face. Her smile was as broad as that of a little child who had just been blessed by secret Santa.

Usually, when men like that helped women, it often came with a price. Their mentality was always a mentality of nothing goes for nothing. If they scratched your back, you had to scratch theirs in turn. But his case was very much different. He paid for the hair, waved his palm halfway, and walked away.

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