Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

Log One: HAPPY NEW YEAR!

ONE
HAPPY NEW YEAR!

01/01/2022

New Year's Day

Dear Diary

I know it's the first day of the year and that it's supposed to commence on a positive note but to be honest, I'm not liking this year at all and it's only just started.

Guess why?

He called.

That lying-backstabbing piece of Congolese trash had the nerve to call me after four damned years and at exactly midnight, all in the name of wishing me a "Happy New Year."

The nerve!

The effrontery!

It's the audacity for me, Aje!

"Happy New Year Shaniqua! May this year be the best year yet!" that's exactly how he said it like we were cool and I could tell that the idiot was still at church.

I know right? Wicked soul like him. . .at church.

He didn't think to call the mother who pushed him out of her cursed crouch, nor his annoyingly fat sister who's probably never going to get married in her miserable life, or his stupid best friend who'll end up betting his entire life away from his constant visit to the Bet9ja kiosk. He called me.

Poor innocent me that was busy pouring spit down my cheek while sleeping my way into the New Year.

Or am I overreacting?

No! I'm not, the idiot called me at exactly 12:00 meaning that he timed it perfectly, after 4 years?!

Do you even know the worst part? It's that there wasn't light in my area so I woke up to mosquito bites and the neighborhood brimming with fake Happy new year's and old habits greetings.

I wanted to explode. I wanted to yell "Is like you're mad!" at him.

But guess what my stupid self did?

I picked up the phone before it rang twice like I'd been waiting for the call all my life and even responded with a hearty "Same to you!" like I gave a damn! God! I even asked after his fat sister!

I know Bebi, I know. Sometimes I fall my own hands I swear! E be things.

Anyway. . .

Hmm

Can I be honest?

Four years of writing on you and I still seek permission like it's a freaking confession, to you!; a book I constantly buy annually with my own money?! Rubbish!

Phew!

I know...I know, I've carried violence into the new year again, but you know I've never been the New year New system type of girl Nah. Anyway, as I was confessing; I know it's sad to hear me say this Bebi, but hearing him talk made me realize how much I've missed him and how much I might still...okay!!!! I know what's happening, I'm clearly moving mad, maybe some of the spit ran into my brain by proxy because what am I even writing?

I don't miss him, I don't love him, it's just my head messing with my brain. There's no love here...right?

Maybe I should just sleep and wake up when the day breaks because I'm beginning to write rubbish in the New Year.

Wait a minute...

Guess what!

Maybe it's a new year after all!

I just got a mail from that company I sent my C.V to months ago and they...are...saying...

Wait...

According to what I'm reading here, this person who typed his mail said I should resume today at exactly 7:30 am.

Can you see that we're all moving mad in this country?

I don't get a job for years and when I finally do, they're asking me to resume on what's supposed to be an holiday—at 7:30?!

E choke.

I have no choice Bebi, I've to go, I mean it's not as if I've got much planned for the holiday anyway.

I need to sleep now to awake in a couple of hours.

Good...midnight and yeah, Happy New Year!

Bye, Bebi
Your Dear Friend, Shaniqua.

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