SEVENTY-THREE
ICE CREAM
Thursday,
8:20 pm
Dear, Diary
Elvis had taken me to the guest room after I fainted and I didn't bother asking him how we got my clothes off of me because that would mean that I would be bothered about the condition of the underwear I was wearing and if I don't want to experience another panic attack, it's better that I don't begin to consider the possibility that I'm wearing one of those torn and worn out panties my mum is always complaining about.
"Do you want to come out? I'm playing a movie I featured in—I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to," he said with an expression that said otherwise. He was lonely and he needed company.
"Sure," I responded and he smiled. "I have popcorn and some leftover ice cream," he smiled and I wondered why he was being so nice. Nothing stopped this man from dropping me with the driver and the gateman in the boy's quarters until the next day, but here stood the great Elvis, speaking to me with so much excitement and calmness that scared the hell out of me in the best way possible—or am I just overthinking it and he's probably acting this way because this is just who he is?
"Lovely!" I smiled and started to get up. He left the room and that's when I quickly came to pick you up my dear Bebi.
But I've got to go soon, anyway.
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.
