TWENTY-THREE
DEATH
01/01/2022
New Year's Day
11:12 pm
Dear Diary
Phew! She's gone...finally!
She didn't buy my small act; not one bit.
"I'll pour this mineral on your head if you don't wake up now." she threatened and we both shared knowing looks as I slid one eye open with a smile on my face and for a second my heart melted into liquid when I caught her holding a tray of rice and soft drink.
"Mummy, it's late—and I've had enough to eat already" I protested yet eyeing the enticing spiced chicken seated gracefully on the blood-red jollof rice.
"You've never missed a New Year meal in your life, you won't start now."
"I've also never gotten a JOB and most importantly—left this room during New Year Holliday so mummy, rest."
"Please just eat small—it'll..."
"I know mum, I know it'll make you miss him less."
She sniffled and nodded before handing the tray to me with her usual manipulative smile—and there you have it Bebi, my true source of manipulation.
We lost dad a couple of years ago and eating "New Year's rice and chicken" has been one of those little things we did to keep his memory alive.
I'm not going deep into the loss of my father today not only because he meant the world to me; but because he died on his way to me.
I'll fill you in on my near-death experience with Elvis soon, let me just eat this rice small.
Be right back
Midnight-rice-eating Shaniqua
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Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello
HumorShaniqua Bello is a 24 year old graduate navigating through life in the busy city of Lagos and THIS is her diary.
