Happy Tuesday everybody!!!
I hope you all are off to the best week.
I’ll like to start off on a grateful note. I was torn last Friday. Uncertain as to if I should put out a post that mirrored the feelings and defeat I felt at the time. Or if I should put out a funny story and act like the everything was perfect. I’m glad I went with the former as the feedback, encouragement and love I received reminded me why I do what I do here. On that note, I say THANK YOU EVERYONE who responded. I am grateful for every prayer, email, Instagram tag, whatsapp message, text and song. May God continue to bless you all. ?
A quick update, my brother fixed my site so we are BACK IN BUSINESS! HOLLER!!!
To bring us all back into the swing of things, below please find this week’s storisode from my hit short story series, Lost in Found.
Enjoy!
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Nkem: I’m sorry
Me: You’re sorry??? YOU’RE SORRY?!? Do you have any idea what could’ve happened to you out there?!?!! DO YOU THINK I AM STUPID FOR TELLING YOU TO STAY HERE?!?
Nkem: You know, none of this would’ve been a problem if you kept the car particulars in the pigeonhole. I mean, who puts that stuff under the car seat?
Me: EVERYONE!!!!! With the amount of car theft going around, you have to hide these things to make it hard on criminals!
Nkem: Oh
Me: Oh?! Hahaha! OH?!?! You think this is a game don’t you?!? Some sick joke?!! ALL YOU HAVE DONE SINCE YOU WOKE UP IS GIVE ME HELL!!! You don’t take your lessons seriously! And you don’t listen to anything I say! What if you got arrested huh?? Or you had a concussion or blacked out while driving?!??
Nkem: I WISH I DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag now, I might as well finish what I started.
Me: Every night, since I woke up and learned about my condition, I have prayed to wake up and realize this was all a dream. You are mean, inconsiderate and soooool distant. We can’t have a conversation with you taking notes and that’s when you decide to grace me with your always decided attention.
You are everything I fasted and prayed against. A self absorbed, superficial, typical Lagos man who thinks he’s God’s gift to me. You claim I’m some yes-chick and that we have the best marriage but how could that be possible when the sweetest thing you say to me “do you have a migraine”
I left the house because I wanted to go to church! I’m catholic so I don’t believe in divorce. I needed guidance on how to be a better wife to you! Not be defiant or to run away. I just needed to speak candidly with someone who didn’t report to the man I married.
I heard movement by the door and that’s when I realized Chidubem and Joy were there. It also dawned on me that I was crying. I quickly wiped my face with the back of my hand and tried to regain my composure. Then I cleared my throat, looked Chukwudi in the face and said-
“I’m sorry once again. From now on I’ll follow all of your rules and I will never leave this house again.”
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Thank you so much again for reading and everything! ??
Love always,
The Wawa-New Yorker
God bless your brother! I feel so bad for Nkem. She will really kick the doc’s arse when she finds out they aren’t actually married. Or maybe she will be grateful that her God answered her. But this life got jokes… I’m sure she will fall in love with him and wish they were married….
I have the best family in the world. My brother fixed my site and my sisters were the first to email me prayers and encouragement. I thank God for them everyday.
Re: Nkem…. The chick is tired! I honestly don’t know where is this story is going… I drafted plot but it keeps changing everytime as I put these words together.
Thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment!! God bless you Ego!