It happened that at the same time my father was arranging my marriage, my friend Justina approached me with an interesting proposition. She told me that a man from our village had started a traveling theater group. He said that people who wanted to join his group should follow any theater company that came to Kabba. Then they should send word to him, and he would come and get them. When she was through with her story, I began to tell her about my problems. I didn't want to marry this minister at all. He was forty and already had several wives. When I was a child my family lived in his house. Whenever he saw me he would say, "You are growing," Instead of consenting to this marriage, I thought, I could just leave with my friend and join the theater. 1 Justina said that there was a theater group playing that night at St. Augustine's College, a local junior high school. She suggested that we go and watch. We decided to join the theater. Justina believed that since no one was with the theater in Ogidi other than this one man from our village, our relatives would send him to look for us.
That afternoon, I told the woman I was working for that I was going to get something to eat. I sent for one of my friends to go and work in my place. I told her to tell my boss that my father wanted me to go and join the police force. In fact, my father waited for me along the road