Worth

A proud gold digger.

"Blessed are you among men"😊

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"Tell her I'm admitted or something"

"Kimberly!"

"Make something up...just don't tell her it's because of Josh" She knows very well amongst all other things making things up is one thing I'm not good at.
We've been on the phone for over an hour and now I'm at the airport.

"I'll try"

"Safe trip....I miss you already"

"I'll be back next week" I roll my eyes, it's not like she gives me any breathing space while I'm here.

"Sure you will" she mumbled with a shred of doubt.

"Meaning?" If it's what I think they're all in for a big shock because I'm not the same naive girl I was ten years ago.

"Nothing...just have fun, forget about studies a bit and chill" Forgetting about studies would really be hard because I brought my laptop along.

"Mmmm" I mutter

"Make sure to FaceTime when you get there?"

"That will be video call"

"Yeah whatever they call it there"

"Ma'am should I just drop it here?" The Uber driver asks, I totally forgot that he had already brought out my luggage and he was there waiting for me, so he could leave.

"Anne I have to go"

"Okay...bye, I love you"

"Love you" as I hurriedly hung up and shoved my phone at the back of my jean pocket.

"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting...I'll handle it from here, thank you." he trailed the single box to where I stood. As heavy as it looks I only had my night gown, some few change clothing, Kim's gift to Eniola, and oh I'm ready for whatever my mom's going to say.

"Save journey then" he entered his uber and rode off.

My heart raced as the thought of meeting my mother's side of the family after almost two decades weighed heavily on my mind. They had put my mother through hell during the divorce, and I still couldn't find it in my heart to forgive them. While my mother had long since forgiven them, saying that those times were trying times and they were all playing their parts, I couldn't shake the bitter resentment that had taken root in my heart. Her adage, spoken in our dialect, rang in my mind: "Famili tik dai bɛn bɔt i nɔr dai bruk." ("No matter how much a family fights, they will always find a way to make up in the end.")

Which is a frantic, deceptive lie. Some family members are leeches that need to be cut off. One of them even had the audacity to call me, questioning why I hadn't called or posted on social media lately, as if I owed them any of that. Of course, my mother had given them my number. Little did they know that my lack of social media presence was precisely because I didn't want to give them any fodder to pry into my life.

Mupu, on the other hand, didn't care at all. He posted whatever he wanted and was always ready to confront anyone who dared to comment negatively. I imagined my mother coaxing him right now to prevent him from cussing anyone out. Dad's side of the family was far better, they didn't care and didn't pretend to. Well, except for Nana, who was too old to hold grudges.
I just wanted Enny's wedding to be a peaceful experience, but with black people, there's always a screw-up in the mix.

"You'll be fine Anne, it's just a few days with Mom and some familiar faces" I assure myself as the automatic door opens and I enter into the crowded airport.