𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐨 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 2022

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒙

I got home with high hope that's nothing was going to ruin my good mood. Little did I know that I was horribly wrong, I entered our apartment by 4:15pm and the sound of my growling stomach lead me to the lot kitchen. As I approached the door a saw a stick in note that had my little brother's handwriting on it I sign wondering what he wanted this time.

I totally ignored it knowing I couldn't even read whatever he wrote on it. I walked in regardless and headed for the freezer to get something cold to drink. Just as i was about to grab the Handel I noticed some kind of recorder was taped to it.

Real classic Michael , what do you want .

I thought before I untapped the recorder to listen to it. I pressed the play button and Michael's voice came to life as he stared pouring out orders of me follow. I just groan in displeasure remembering how he told me about the visitors that were coming over. I just grabbed a bottles water from the freezer and headed to my room. I undressed and too a shower changing into fresh breath able clothes which were a pair of joggers and a tank top to go with it .

Once I was properly dressed I headed back  to the kitchen to get something to eat first. There was no way I as going to start preparing food for 20 on an empty stomach. I went to the freezer to bring out the pot of soup I prepared last weekend.  While I was Waiting for it to defrost I rinse white rice and sliced some carrot. Putting it together i poured the rice and carrots into the soup to make emergency Jollof rice. While it was on cooking  I prepare everything I would need to make the fried-rice Michael instructed me to make.

I sliced the onions tiny -tiny because he doesn't like onions showing in the food then I cleaned the carrots before slicing them as well as the green pepper, spring onions and hotdogs because we didn't redily have Liver that I was supposed to use. Once I was done I checked the emergency jollof rice to be see if it was ready and sure enough it was. I put the chicken and on fire so I could boil and I could use the chicken water to per boil the rice for the fried right. I dished out my food and dived in immediately ignoring the fact that it was hot.

I know what your thinking how come I'm going's though all this for Michael my younger brother who I should be the ordering around. I know but all is not what it seems Michael might be my 14 years old younger brother but that's doesn't mean he doesn't treat me like crap. Yes we have our ups and downs but he always come through for me when no one is looking and he is always like this because he ashamed of me. But that's not the point the only reason why I am doing this because I know at the end of the day he will pull through as well even I need him.

Once I was done eating I checked the chicken to see if it was ready and it was, so set the pot down from the fire before putting the pot of rices on fire. After separating The chicken water from he chicken I poured the water into the rice so the chicken water could boil with it. Forty minutes late i drained the rice of its water. I brought out our non stick frying pan added my special Napa margarine into, after waiting a while for it to melt I began adding the onions along with the other things that I sliced.

I let it fry a bit before adding it to the rice, putting the rice back on fire I began to Turn it, i turned it for a while before adding little water to make it steam a bit, I turned it some more before covering it up to Let it steam again five minutes later I opened it again to stare it  some more and taste it. Satisfied with the taste I put off the gas to tidy up the kitchen and wash the utilities I used. Once the kitchen was in order i grabbed pure water from the freezer before i went to  the Medicine cabinet in the hall way to used Panadol ordinary before entering my room. Immediately my face hit the pillow on my i drifted into never-land.

8:08pm
I woke up to the song "Where them girl at" playing so loudly from the stereo in the living room. I groaned in annoyance wondering what was going on, it was way to early to be a nuisance in the neighborhood. I got out of bed grudgingly grateful that despite the loud music the panadol I took earlier did a good job at getting rid of the headache I felt earlier. Coming out of my room to the corridors I was welcome to the sight of two strangers making out and I quickly evaded my eye as memories of a certain someone named Jeremiah had me in that same position.

I walked further away from them in search of my siblings or at least any one I knew but it was all a futile effort. The further I kept walking the more random strangers I keep bumping into who were dancing Wildly to the music that was still blasting loudly throughout the house. Just when I was about to give up the search I went into the kitchen and it was then I sighted the all too familiar dreadlocks that belong to by sister and my sister only. Relief washed over me grateful I found at least one person I knew, I walked up to her and tapped her from behind she turned swiftly to face me her dreadlocks hitting my face in the process. I closed my eyes and whined inwardly from the impart of the pain and by the time I opened my eye I could see how her smile quickly changed to frown when she realized it was me.

" urgh, it's you again. What do you want sis"

"Why do have strangers literally swimming every where. Who are they—"

" girl back off, how am I supposed to know. They are not my guests okay. Now if you willing excuse me I have better things to do so, go play with sand or something ."

" ouch! Words hurt you know"

I yelled at her before she could exit the kitchen we were both standing in. The remaining guest who witnessed the whole thing where now giving me weird stares like I had developed two heads all of a sudden. I  just ignored them and walked out of the kitchen to find my brother,  after going though crowded corridors one more time I finally sported him in Between a group of girls - probably whispering sweet nothing to them . I cleared my throat loudly to get his attention and thankfully it worked on the first attempt. He looked at me first and I glared at him he finally excused himself from the company of the ladies he was talking to so we can have a private conversation. He stopped in front of me seconds late and said .

"What?"

" what happened to just a few friends coming over. There are over fifty people in here Michael ."

"Hey don't tell me what to do and besides it's not my fault you don't have any friends so you wouldn't understand what I meant by a few."

To say I was angry was an understatement I was boiling in anger but i decided to keep my cool i wasn't goin to let his mean words get to me. But instead of walking away from the conversation like I usually do I reasoned saying .

"I may not have friends but I do know that's a few friends isn't up to 10 how much more 50. Next time if your going to insult me at least do so with facts."

With that i walked away from him heading back to my room to get some sleep even thought I was going to be possible. The loud music was still on and the song International love was playing currently, I sighed to my self wondering how I was going to get some sleep over there loud music.

The minute I began ascending the stairs that lead to my room was when I heard It loud and clear. the petrified scream or none others than, Aunty Oluwatobiloba Idowu the owner of the house we live in.

"What in the world is is going on here ?!!?"

I heard  her scream and the music instantly stopped. In that's moment I felt like time stood still- if only it would stay that way forever. Sadly it didn't it only felt that's way because I knew that I was done for.