Fishing for shoes

"Ayi!", Femi exclaimed as he looked down at his foot. His right shoe, plastic flip flop really, was broken. The strap on the outside had broken off right where it went through the sole.
"Why dat bad ting always happen at me?".
Femi took off his shoes and held them in his hand.
"Now I like small boy, no shoes," he sighed.

His friend Oje looked over too, "dat shoe quenched sure, less go Zorie King, he fit fix'm certain."

So Femi, with his shoes in his hand, with Oje walked off towards Alfa Beach with it's row of shops and kiosks. Ignoring the blare of truck horns and dodging the weaving motorcycles they skipped across the expressway and off toward the beach.

The Zorie King's little table was there all right, but no King. The table reserved the roadside spot for when the King was operational, no one would dare touch it, but with no King there could be no sandal repair. Femi wasn't that sad, he would rather save his N20 for some chop and go barefoot anyway. Only problem was that being barefoot made you look poor, which he was, but that didn't mean he enjoyed showing it.

Oje piped up, "Let's go fish for flip flop".
"Eh?" Femi replied.
"You know, with that big wind last night there will be lots of trash on the beach, and with luck a new flip flop for you. Or maybe even a pair."

So the two walked further down the sandy road toward the beach. At the beach they saw the results of last nights wind. The waves had pushed sand right up onto the road and deposited fresh piles of plastic debris. To the right there were a couple guys already looking through the piled up trash, so they headed left into virgin territory. Mostly it was plastic bottles of various sorts, they saw a single high heal shoe wondering where that had come from, off a cruise ship on New Years eve? The ocean must be filled with trash.

"Hah! I got one!" Femi exclaimed and grabbed a bright pink flip flop from under some other trash. A right foot too! The color didn't match, his left one was darker red, he would still look poor without matching shoes, but he did have two now. Oje and Femi looked along the beach for a little while longer but didn't find anything more and they weren't looking that hard anyway since the real goal had been accomplished. Back at the road, Femi slipped on his left red and right pink flip flop and proceeded on his way. For good measure he left the broken shoe on the King's table where he could come and get it later. Maybe make a trade with the King for a matching pair.