Uduak was already ten minutes into what was supposed to be a 15-minute jog when she realized that she was lost. She looked around, jogging as she went, trying to figure out where on earth she was. Nowhere looked familiar.
She turned into the dirt path that seemed a bit familiar, convinced that she had been there at least twice but also convinced that she had no idea how to get out.
She turned right when she came to the end of the dirt path and stopped jogging. With a brisk walk, she turned left as she came to the end of the second road. Nothing familiar still.
Uduak didn’t know what to do. She was determined not to ask for directions and she knew that she was going to exceed the 15-minute limit she had given herself.
About 30 minutes later, after many wrong turns and strange paths, she finally came to a wood work shop that seemed a little familiar. Turning right at the wood shop, she finally saw the church signboard which she had used as a landmark earlier. Then came the creche and finally, Ixora College.
With a sigh of immense relief, Uduak resumed her jogging. She was late but she was well on her way home. Time seemed inconsequential at that point.