All my life, I have always attended big weddings, ate to my fill without caring if the bride and groom are actually in love or something. Now it is my time to be wedded. It is my time for young girls to feast on my wedding foods without giving a flying fuck if Alex and I are compatible or if the marriage will last.
___It is quite fascinating how the reality you know and must have adapted to, changes-- flips like a freaking pancake in a grilling machine. The day before and yesterday, I was single and today, I'm getting married. Although I'm happy to be getting married to my true love after dating for two years.
I no longer work at the bank after I discovered that I am four weeks pregnant last week. My mother's store has been expanded to something ginormous-- to a shopping mall. It has always been her dream and Alex helping mother to actualize the dream only made her love him the more and became prouder of me.
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Whoever said life is not a bed of roses must have studied it critically from a broader view and successfully captured the raw factuality in a few words. Life is a chemistry set. Reactions waiting to be discovered, full of experiments and surprises. The mind must take what it is given and make best of it, never losing hope that more beauty will come.For an organized and consciously meticulous person, I have had my whole life planned out. Graduate at the age of twenty, work and become a millionaire by twenty-three, get married by twenty-five. Have two kids by thirty and tour the whole world with my family. A perfect and organized plan indeed. But not until life decided to strike me with its own trials and tribulations, shatter my extremely thought out plan, leaving me in a puddle of a mess as I try to pick up my pieces.Not in my twenty-three years of existence did I imagine that within the span of eight months, I would have swept the entire streets
I remember how I once read so hard for an exam. I read majority of the book and decided to sleep for an hour, after which I will read the remaining parts. I woke up hours later to discover that I was late for the exam. I told myself that since I have read most of the book then I should ace the exam.So with pride and confidence, I strode into the hall, received insults from the invigilator for coming late and finally sat for the exam. It turned out that the exam was only two questions that were intertwined and I couldn't answer question number two without answering number one. It was one of the most disappointing, awkward and embarrassing moment of my life. But does that disappointment supersede this?Burning rage and irritation seeped through my body like a deadly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting. The moment the man said the usual phrase of we will get back to you when I refused
I was in a bank six years ago trying to create a student account since I was newly admitted. I still remember the horrible feeling of realizing that it wasn't a joke, movie scene, or my imagination. It was real, all if it was real and it was actually happening.Five men with guns inside hollered, "don't move or we will blow your mother-fucking brains off!" I remembered feeling panicked, helpless and tensed. I have never felt so helpless like that in my entire life. It felt like time stopped while everything was going on, my hearts hammered furiously in my ribcage as it looked for where to run for safety and dump my body. I felt totally terrified and helpless.Sitting with my boyfriend beside me in a family dinner with mom and my brother awoke that buried feelings. It brought back the petrified feelings in an intensive wave. My boyfriend tangled his hands with mine under the table and I rubbed his palms soothingly and reassuringly.
"Look at this silly guy." Harriet pointed at the TV with scorn on her face."He has such a beautiful wife yet he cheats on her with someone that looks like she is wearing Halloween mask on her face." I hissed, rubbing my legs that were folded beneath in yoga style."Men are just so despicable." She frowned, changing the station."Objection my ladies!" Fridaous hollered, raising his hands in defence. "I take an exception to that, not all men are like that." He continued."But why do they really cheat, what do they want from us?" Harriet turned to Fridaous, folding her arms to her chest."Don't ladies cheat too?" He fired, raising a brow."But guys cheating has become so common and rampant these days." I butted in."Most ladies chase the bag using their body and the guys just want to catch the cruise." He hugged a throw pillow. "It such a pity most girls translate it
I once had the urge to use the toilet urgently but was stuck in the traffic jam for hours. I had to swallow my pride and distort in a nearby bush to relieve myself. It was one of the terrible moments of my life I will never forget.The inability to find something around the house when it's always in the same place irritates the hell out of me. I spent three hours pulling my hair out of frustration while searching for my phone all over the room. All it took was a phone call-- a phone call to realize it was in my pocket all along. I have never felt more stupid after that.The engine of my car sputtered to life after thirty minutes of patience, persistence and hard work while I ran late for my interview. The car hissed out a horrible sound like that of an old man dying. Dripping black oil stained my fingers, ear-splitting bangs shook me about like biscuits in a tin. With a loud fart, a cloud of smoke blasted out from the exhaust pipe and everything wen
We crossed the busy road holding hands and spotted some tricycles waiting for passengers. Keke Napep is popularly known as a four-person vehicle with three passengers occupying the back seats and a passenger sitting with the rider up front.We approached a Keke Napep that has two passengers sitted already so we mounted it as well to complete the ride. Bankole sat with the rider at the front while I sat at the back, sandwiched between two fat market women who wouldn't stop lamenting on the increment in cassava.The woman at my right side was oozing terribly and the moment she raised her flabby arms to give the driver money, her foul stench loitered over my small frame and drained me of oxygen for some seconds before I recovered. my intestines died and resurrected as the horrible smell mixed with sweat slapped me hard in the face. One of the terrible reasons I hated taking public transport.The woman on my left side decided to alight
When I was in senior secondary school, I remember learning about idiomatic expressions. I used to wonder what kind of dumb phrase was, to wish the ground will open up and swallow you.First, how the hell was it possible for the ground to suddenly split up like an earthquake and swallow a person? How logical and realistic could that be?I didn't quite agree with the phrase, but anyway, for the sake of coming out in flying colours in my exams, I accepted the definition, hook, line, and sinker. I remember my teacher used to say it meant one wish to escape or some instant relief from being mortified or extremely embarrassed. It was today I realized that what an adult can see while sitting, a youth will never see it even if it is right under their nose, or even if they are at the top of an aeroplane.All of a sudden, I craved for the ground to open up and swallow me. All I wanted was to curl up into a ball
I have been working in Access bank headquarters for two weeks now and that two weeks was the most physically and mentally exhausting moment of my life.Do you remember how I said working for the arrogant boss for a year can't be that bad? Well, that's a lie because it is freaking worse. Working with that Yoruba demon named Alexander Adebayo, popularly known as Billionaire Alex has been tormenting. There was nothing I ever did that pleased him. Everyone naturally assumed that pregnant women and women on their period are the only nagging people in the world. Well, who knew a certain billionaire jerk nags as well.Whenever he told me to do some calculations, he never failed to tell me to redo them at least, fifteen times a day. Well, maybe I'm that bad in mathematics. And when he tells me to print out something, he ends up scolding me claiming the print out isn't clear enough. His never-ending demands of excessive print outs due to my punishment