Lost In Found 5 – Breakfast

Hi Friends!

Happy Tuesday! This is late, I know. Sorry. Please find this week’s storisode below. Enjoy!

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Before I went to sleep last night I thanked God for the day. Then I asked God that if it were okay with him, I’d wake up back in my New York apartment. I’ll get ready to go to work and this would all be a dream. I guess it wasn’t okay with Him because I woke up in the same room I went to sleep in the night before. I’m still recovering from an accident I don’t remember being in. And I’m married. To that man. JE-SUS-CHRIST.

I’ve been awake for hours. I showered, washed my hair and wore a bubu. There’s a patch in my head (which I assume is from the incersion from surgey) but my hair grows fast so I’m not too worried about that.

I sighed.

How am I supposed to face that man? I know I was a bit of a b-i-t-c-h last night but he’s sooo sensitive! Like, where is his sense of humor??? How the hell did I end up with a ROBOT??

I sighed. Okay so, regardless of how I feel, my life is my reality so I’m going to go downstairs, grab a bite and be on my best behavior. At least until I get my memory back. With this, I take one last look at the mirror, make a sign of the cross and head downstairs. 

Downstairs, I find the man I married sitting comfortably by the dinning table, peacefully drinking coffee and reading the morning paper. 

Nkem: Good morning

Immediately he shot up from his chair and rushed over to me. Awww….

Chudi: Morning. How was your night? Did you sleep well. Headaches? Dizziness? Anything?

Nkem: My night was good. Thank you. I slept well. I do have a slight migraine but I’ve always had those

Chudi: I’ll have Dubs bring you some drugs on his way here.

Nkem: Thank you

Chudi: You must be hungry

Nkem: I really am

Chudi: Good. What do you want? I can have the cook make anything you like.

Nkem: You have a cook?

Chudi: We have a cook. Now what do you want? And where is that useless guy. JAMES!

James: Sir?!

Chudi: Don’t Sir me! WHERE ARE YOU and WHERE IS YOUR FOOD? I asked you for eggs and plantain 30 minutes ago

As if on cue, a man came out with a tray. He’s dressed to the nines in a black button down shirt with black pants, a white bow tie and an apron -which was white – I guess to match his bow tie.

James: Sir, you know that your food must be prepared with the precision and professionalism you hired me for.

Eh? What kinda cook speaks like this? Who is this guy?! What am I doing here?

Chudi: Nkem, are you okay?

I looked up to find both men staring at me.

Nkem: Sorry, what?

Chudi: Are you okay?

Nkem: Yes… Sorry…

Chudi: I was just telling you that this is James and asked what you want to eat.

Nkem: I..Umm.. I’ll have what you’re having. If that’s okay?

James: Well Of course it is. I’ll return with you meal at once ma’am.

And then he waltzed out of the dinning area with the same grace he used to walk in. 

Nkem: Umm… I don’t… I’m confused… He’s the cook? Where’d you find him? Where is he from? And why is he so… so…

Chudi: Oyibo? Hahahaha. James is from Togo

Nkem: Eh? Togo, with all that pho-nee?

Chudi: Hahahahaha he studied with the British in some culinary school there. He came highly recommend.

Nkem: Interesting

Chudi: Speaking of Pho-nee… I hear an American accent.. Where’d that come from?

Oh wow, he must be taking the “let’s start from scratch” thing seriously… That means he must he’s thoughtful… right?

Nkem: I don’t have an American accent

Chudi: Seriously?

Nkem: Well, I don’t

Chudi: You do

Nkem: I do not

Chudi: Okay then. Tell me about yourself

Nkem: My name is Nkem Opu. I’m a program coordinator. I was born in Enugu. I don’t remember my biological parents. They died in a car accident when I was little.

Chudi: I’m sorry

Okay, he’s good at this acting thing. He sounds like he genuinely meant that. Like this was the first time he’s heard that. I defintely would have told him this before we got married. Wouldn’t I?

Nkem: It’s okay. I grew up with my dad’s brother and his wife. They raised me. My adopted mom died from cancer in 1999 and my dad just passed away last year. April 24, 2012.

Chudi: Err.. 2012 was 5 years ago dear

Nkem: Right… You said it’s 2017 correct

Chudi: Correct

Nkem: Now I know how demolition man felt

I heard a snicker and that’s when I realized he was taking notes… a lot of notes…

Nkem: So… you wanna tell me about yourself? Since we ARE doing this getting to know you thing

Chudi: You still haven’t explained the accent

Nkem: My adopted dad and mom lived in New York. So I was there for a while. You?

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I am soo sorry but I have to end this part here! I promise to put up the second half of this some time this week.

Thank you for reading!

Love always,

The Wawa-New Yorker