FORTY-THREE
EX-FACTOR
Tuesday
3:28 pm
Dear, Diary
She still had my hair—my head! In her hand, Bebi and I waited for some director to yell the word, "CUT!" out of nowhere and heaven knows that I even started contemplating and hoping that she wasn't the wife of one of my elder sister's male friends because how else was I supposed to explain this madness until she touched my grenade when she said,
"So this is she? My replacement?"
Moya werey ni sha!
It wasn't the condescending manner in which she said it, nor the way she pulled my head—although it contributed a lot too, nor even the fact that she was mistaken because I could have let this slide for Elvis, but it was the fact that she was an ex, a common EX! who thought well of herself to not only violate peace and tranquility but to also violate me physically.
Ah! Abebi, all hell broke loose o! I should not even lie.
I'm coming let me pee small before the lady standing outside starts swearing for me.
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.
