Shikamoo

As I run down the street saying Shikamoo I felt as I truly belonged- passing the elders and having the young people stare at me like I am crazy because I am running for fun. A daladala stopped thinking that I was running toward it. People on bikes were offering me a lift thinking I needed one. But pretty soon all that speculation will stop, pretty soon they will accept me for who I am…just a girl running in the street.