Diary of the Crazy Shaniqua Bello

Log Seventy-one: ROBBERS

SEVENTY-ONE
ROBBERS

Thursday,

1:40 pm

Dear, Diary

Elvis's apartment was smaller than I had anticipated but it was beautiful regardless.

"I live alone so I see no point in staying in a big space," he said to me as if he'd read my mind.

He had the cutest puppy I'd ever set my eyes upon.
"Her name is Eva," he explained before dropping her down on the couch where she'd been patiently waiting with her tongue and tail indicating how happy she was.

I didn't understand why Elvis felt the need to tell me all of these things—and yes, maybe I found him attractive and all, but that didn't give him the right to pry into my life like he knew a thing about me, so it pissed me the hell off and for this reason, I decided to keep my mouth mute while Elvis spoke.

"Shaniqua?" His head appeared from the doorway of his room and I turned my head from the TV to look at him. "Please can I bother you for a second?"

"Sure, what's the matter, sir?"

He gave a brief sigh that came along with a roll of his eyes before saying, "I'm the worst at packing for trips—can you come to lend me a hand? You don't have to if it's asking too much of you."

'Manipulation 101'

"Are you ready?" I asked lazily and he nodded enthusiastically.

He wasn't telling lies—he was disorganized. I didn't need to have an older brother to know that his room was the perfect description of what a typical "Boys Room" looked like underwear and books making love on the floor, and clothes sprawled all over the place like a police raid had taken place in our absence.

"Wow!" Was the first word that escaped from my lips at first sight and I heard him chuckle when he was supposed to be bowing his head in shame.

"My housekeeper comes on the weekends," he itched his head.

"Oh, I see..." I faltered as I began to wonder where to start from. I was about to speak when his iPhone ringtone rented the air and he apologized before excusing himself while he took the call.

I took a deep breath, packed my wig into a ponytail, and began to fold clothes in order of their kind. Denim was folded with denim and underwear was piled up in one corner of the room—I made my fingers into a chopstick while I picked them, not knowing which one was used or fresh.

I didn't realize that I'd completely transformed his room until I heard him whistle in a funny way that scared me for a minute.

"Is this my room?" He asked with a bright smile on his face.

I looked around and marveled at my beautiful works like God probably did when he created the Garden of Eden. Make I no lie, house-girl go fit me die, Bebi!

"Sorry if I overstepped," I apologized, daring him to tell me that I'd overstepped if I wouldn't scratch and disorganize his face like he did the room.

"Over what? You just saved my life—now, packing would be much easier!" He was saying when his phone rang again and this time he placed it on speaker phone while walking towards his newly arranged wardrobe. "Hello!" He called out at the person.

"Elvis! Elvis are you at home?!" The masculine voice from the other end of the phone had panic and fear all over it.

"Emeka what's up, are you good?" Elvis picked up a jean and ran towards the phone with fear in his eyes and I could tell that he wanted to take the phone off speaker phone but he could tell from my expression that I was interested and Maybe he let me on the conversation because I'd just cleaned up his room? I don't know, but he did anyway and It felt good, to be honest.

"Are you at home?!" The person asked again.

"Yes, I'm at home but I'm going to—,"

"—, going to where?! Better stay at home and lock all your doors! Our estate is being robbed, o guy!"

"What are you talking about, Meks? I'm going to the airport in the next couple of—,"

"—, are you deaf bro? I am telling you that they are robbing our estates as we speak—they've even killed like two people already—I've told you my own, better lock your doors and stay in until further notice!" The line ended and the next thing we heard was a couple of gunshots.

I froze. Elvis ran out of the room.

Shaniqua

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