A literal Fall From Grace

I fell. In public. In this year of our Lord.Today in the afternoon, I was coming from the salon. To say I was feeling good and feeling myself was an understatement. I looked good, and I knew it, and they told me, repeatedly, loudly, enthusiastically. I was over the moon. I normally don’t like catcalls; they irritate me and feel intrusive. But today? Today I accepted them like performance reviews, because your girl looked good. Hair laid, outfit cooperating, skin behaving, even my walk had bass. I was minding my business but also fully aware that I was the business.Then it’s like the universe paused, looked at me, squinted, and decided I was getting too comfortable. It decided I needed to be knocked off my pedestal a bit. Or someone said my name wrong, or looked at me sideways. I don’t know which. All I know is the universe took one look at me and said,niachie huyu na msonge mbali.One moment I was skipping a trench, the next moment I w

as in the air. Not slipping, not stumbling,...