Chase!

I have been running for eight minutes straight. My breathing has become irregular. There is a pain in my side I cannot shake. I cannot begin to imagine how these athletes do it. How the hell do they maintain their speed? They are monsters!

Nine minutes now, I cannot stop now.

I have come so far, I cannot stop now but I know well enough that I am slowing down.

 My heart is near exploding out of my chest. The distance between myself and him is growing. I cannot mistake it. And as much as I hate myself for this, tears are welling up in my eyes.

Hard girl! Look at me now.

But on the real though, WHO DOES THIS?!?

How low has his profession gotten to. What do I do now?,  because I am running out of time, literally. It will hurt to let him go. He obviously has my heart. 

Out of options and out of panic and frustration, I yell,

Thief! Thief!! Thief!!!! I am hysterical. I do not recognize my voice but one thing is for sure, I am not going to regret this move.

And like magic, human beings out of nowhere tackled him like a pack of angry, starving wolves. With everything left in me, I close in on the small crowd forming.

And to my ecstatic satisfaction, there he was and in all his magnificent self my wrapped Waakye was in his hands unharmed. 

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PS. To all who do not know what Waakye is, it is a Ghanaian dish loved by most. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waakye