Dear Diary, the alarm I set for 6;30AM went off, the tone? Bad Girls by Mia. I love that song, it does something to my mind and I get a rush of adrenaline. I stood up, went to the other side of the bed and turned off the alarm, I didn't wanna wake The Lady Vivian. I quietly went to the bathroom and did all I needed to do there, wore my clothes and proceeded to do a little bit of makeup, the lightening was poor so I had to be careful. She woke soon enough and we said our greetings, we laughed a bit at some of the events of the party. I checked my phone for time and discovered I was gonna be late if I didn't do something fast! Uber!! The driver's registered number was turned off, my registered number was also turned off but I knew he was trying to call me as I was too (using my other phone). I started saying a prayer and soon, I reached him. Short story shorter, he came and I said goodbye to Vivian and left. I arrived at the studio on time (hallelujah!)
Great show it was, I played with some of the callers and well, you know me.. (you do, right Diary?) Radio mummy wanted to buy a new phone and DJ Roland also. Me? I had nothing better to do plus I didn't want stress abeg, (Roland drops me off sometimes). I followed them, first to Ikeja City Mall, (I didn't step out of that car, because sun and I cannor comman die) Radio mummy didn't leave the car too. I was responding to chats then she decided to talk to me about choosing a partner, ghen ghen! I listened to her and responded "yes mummy" in that tiny, babyish voice I use when I wanna manipulate my brothers into doing something I want. It worked! Radio mummy decided I heard her and left me to carry on with my life (ope o!). Roland came back and we drove to Computer Village. Short story shorter, they got their phones and I was doing "mamas". "Mamas" is something I do when I don't wanna be spoken to by boys, I become Beyonce (I swear I really do, it's one of my personalities), and boys get intimidated by me and keep off! The ones that dare to talk to me will be greeted by a very heavy accent I choose, (I'm very talented). The accent discourages them along with a facial expression that says "you are a nuisance to me". What? I'm post ta listen to every idiot??
While we were still in that shop, Haq's ping came in, what he wrote brought tears to my ears (I'm not easily moved but a sincere and kind comment breaks me). I fought hard for control and I did. I will show you what he wrote to me.
Haq's comment.
I got home and I was sooo jaded, I needed sleep! My mother? Did she allow me rest kwanu? "Amaka!, Uzoamaka!!!" I tried to pretend not to have heard her but the woman wasn't backing down o! "Ole di ebe nwa hu no??" (where is that child sef?). I grumbled and stood up from the bed, "maaaa???" My facial expression wasn't pleasant but my mother chose to ignore me and my face together. "Take one and half derica of rice and boil". To avoid trouble plus the fact that I needed sleep, I said absolutely nothing and went to do this...task (I'm rolling my eyes just so you know). Came back and landed on the bed, I think I hit Gloria sef (she is one of my friends who is holidaying with us). I knew mom was gon come to ask about salt (I didn't wait to put it, it wasn't even time for that). Soon she came, "have you added salt?". Me; "no, you can do that one, it's very simple". My mom knew she would be pushing it if she said anything else so she simply looked at me (I furrowed my brows and set my mouth in that determined way that let people know,, "STAY AWAY FROM ME"). The woman knows me, she did after all birth me, message was clearly delivered and she went away for me to sleep in peace! Lord did I sleep!
Woke up by 8pm and at first my mind was muddled, I didn't exactly know what day it was and I had a panic attack. I grabbed my phone and checked what day it was, whew! Still the same day. I couldn't sleep so I turned to the internet for solace. The group "The Round Table" was active tonight (sorta) so I chipped in a bit, then Instagram was bae. The universe passed me two very important messages from the gram and I clocked them both. I am ready.
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