THIRTY-EIGHT
NASTY
Tuesday
12:40 pm
Dear, Diary
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Were the words that erupted from his lips the second I got into his office.
"I don't think so." I shook my head.
"First of all Shaniqua—you didn't have to disrespect your colleague like you did earlier, and aren't we supposed to be on our way to the meeting?"
I shot my eyes open and nodded like a lizard.
"I'm absolutely sorry sir, I had no idea you were—"
"Are you ready?
"Yes sir."
"Wipe that nasty thing off your lips," he pointed to a side of his lips and shook his head when I pointed to the same side, telling me that it was the other side. The nasty thing was the yolk, egg yolk.
Mumu man, I should, "wipe that nasty thing off my lips", why didn't he tell our dear little sister Ashawo to do the same thing earlier this morning? Where were his finesses then? In the shower?
TTYL jare oremi atata.
The nasty Lil 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.
