THIRTY-NINE
FROZEN
Tuesday
1:50 pm
Dear, Diary
I've been seated in this cold reception for over 45 minutes now and every single minute I've asked, coaxed, smiled, and begged this wicked kid seated next to me to reduce the A.C, she keeps saying,
"Aunty, relax—it's an autoimmune-activated conditioner, you'll get used to it any moment from now." God knows that if my fingers weren't about to get frozen, I'd have knocked the British accent out of her pink little lips.
It's not her that I blame—it's that my Crazy boss who left me seated her to freeze to death while he discussed "business" with her father in the inner room which I guessed was warmer than this judging by how long he's spent in there—because come on! What the actual hell is this?!
"Do you have Tea?" I felt my teeth clatter as I asked.
"Wah?"
I took a deep breath.
"I said do you have tea?"
"I know, I heard you. Does this place look like an airplane? Do I look like an air hostess? If you can answer that, then you'll have yourself a hot mug of cocoa."
I couldn't take it anymore—my little cousin, Mimi will senior this girl by far now and she wouldn't dare speak to me like this.
I grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her up surprisingly feeling warmth begin to cloud my fingers.
"If I hear peem!" I gritted in anger and thankfully she cooperated. "Is there Tea?!" She bumped her head with terror written all over her face.
. . .
"Shaniqua?...Shaniqua?!" I heard the familiar voice of Elvis and I pushed my frozen eyes open.
"I think she's frozen or something." I heard the little girl giggle and I hated Elvis more for not allowing me to kill her in my imagination like I was about to.
"Why didn't you just turn it off?" I wanted to wipe the stupid smirk he had on his face.
"It was...it was..tt...too...ttt...cold." I finally let out and everyone in the room but myself burst out in laughter.
"I offered to help her reduce it, but she insisted it was fine." The little devil said while finally walking over to turn it off with a dramatic shrug. "Such a village girl!" She added and I felt my frozen brain crack in anger.
"Let's go—we'll get you something on the way." I heard Elvis say and I shot up and gave the girl a weak but mysterious smile before shivering my courtesy to her father.
Bebi, I'll find that girl and I'll break her head one day. Trust me.
The Frozen 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.
